{IC - Contact}

[burningfowl]

[There's a lengthly pause (he hadn't fully figured out how to work this thing at the time of this recording) before Marco starts recording his voicemail message.]

This is Marco. I'm unavailable; leave a message, yoi.

[The message cuts off, and the listener now hears a generic female voice prompting them to press 1 or stay on the line to leave a

Comments

[text] backdate to whenever this would have happened if people weren't always disappearing

[firefreckles]

Hey.

[text] Gotta pick on him some more with the damn texting, huh.

[burningfowl]

Yes?

[text] You bet!

[firefreckles]

Where are you?

[text] Little punk. At least he doesn't typo with such short replies.

[burningfowl]

Work. Why?

[He's checking his NV on his break. He's not some kind of deviant.]

[text]

[firefreckles]

No reason.

[But he's totally on his way to hunt you down in person now.]

[text]

[burningfowl]

Why ask in the frist place, then?

[He knows you're up to something. You wouldn't have asked if you weren't. :|]

[text] I see that typo, old man.

[firefreckles]

[The reply comes, but it is delayed by several minutes since Ace is more focused on where he's going than responding to Marco.]

Wanted to bug you, turkey face. Are you bugged yet?

[text] His fingers like to typo, okay.

[burningfowl]

[Yeahhh you're up to something. Now he just has to figure out what.]

Not yet. Try harder.

[text] Too much grease, Chickenfingers.

[firefreckles]

[Ace is in no real hurry, but he wasn't terribly far from Marco's work place to begin with and his strides are long. It won't be too much longer.]

Your room smells like a chicken coop.

He's just not used to it cuz you're the only person ornery enough to not reply if he doesn't text.

[burningfowl]

[He might not notice Ace right away, as he's busily (slowly) texting a reply as he leans against one of the corners of the club.]

Perhaps somehting you should strive for. smells better than yours at any rate.

[text]

[firefreckles]

[Ace is getting closer.~ He's looking at the NV on his wrist with amusement as he types.]

Ha! I'll take fire over fowl any day.

[text]

[burningfowl]

[Ace isn't the only one that's amused.]

Not fire. more like a wide variety of mold.

[text]

[firefreckles]

[Again, several minutes pass before he replies, travelling ever nearer.]

Your fault.

[text]

[burningfowl]

How so/

[text]

[firefreckles]

For probably hiding food under my bed too.

[text]

[burningfowl]

Not unless you put it ther einstead of eating it.