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[grande_pioggia]

[The loud crackling sound of a Pokegear being horribly abused cuts through. Apparently the owner thought if they abused it enough then that fucking music would stop playing. Once it becomes quite obvious it's not stopping anytime soon the static finally settles down. Sadly, the few blissful moments of silence are quickly dispatched by an eardrum

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[foolishwren]

[So after a semi-fitful night of trying to drown out all the Hoothoots who decided that four AM was the perfect time to sit in a tree right over her head and make noises like a trombone filled with jello, Heather had finally fallen asleep in some sheltered nook on her way to Cherrygrove, leaving her Pokegear on and receptive to incoming transmissions. UNTIL NOW.]

What the FU-- thanks for the wakeup call, dickbreath! Yell a little louder, I'm pretty sure there's people in other galaxies that haven't heard you yet! Fuck!

[grande_pioggia]

[And of course, yell louder he does.]

VOI!! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A DUMBSHIT TO TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING COMMUNICATOR?!

[foolishwren]

I'm the one who's gonna reach through this goddamn screen and kill you in the face if you don't shut the fuck up! Christ!

[grande_pioggia]

I'D LIKE TO SEE A FUCKING WHINY BITCH LIKE YOU EVEN TRY!!!

[foolishwren]

[Oh it's ON.]

You wanna GO, little man? How about you stop squealing your fucking brains out at your little walkie talkie and come say that to my face? I'll wait.

[grande_pioggia]

Voi! I'm not about to go out of my way just to deal with some piece of trash like you! Elite assassins don't deal with bitches on PMS.

[foolishwren]

God, don't sprain your vagina.

Pretty sure 'elite assassins' don't throw huge autistic temper tantrums, but hey, maybe 'elite assassins' are like ten times wussier on your planet.

Man up, loser.