Four knitted scarves

[grimmdark]

916 Bilko Boulevard, Accidental Phonecall. Unfiltered. Open to housemates

*the phone picks up mid-conversation, as if it's been knocked off the hook by clumsy teenagers Rose's voice comes from not too far.*

I still cannot believe we are doing this. Enjoyable as it might be, I must admit I still have some reservations about it.

Rose, I assure

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[foretastes]

Something smells fishy!

[chastesaw]

Is that so? ...I'm afraid my olfactory receptors can't perceive a thing.

[foretastes]

It's a phrase, dunkass, I can't smell through the phone! What's going on over there?

[chastesaw]

You know, I've really never been precisely certain of the limitations of your sensory perceptions beyond a general sense.

But that's besides the point, and I'm... afraid that I can't betray the resolute trust of an oath of secrecy.

[foretastes]

Hehehehe, why not?

[chastesaw]

Because it is in fact an oath of secrecy. Those are traditionally thing exact manner of things that one endeavors to keep secret.

[foretastes]

I am going to make all kinds of assumptions.

[chastesaw]

Really? What manner?

[foretastes]

Fun ones. Delicious ones!

[chastesaw]

And may I presume that no matter how I push you will not divulge any further details of said assumptions?

[foretastes]

Mmmmm, they are all mine!

But I might let on if you tell me what's going on over there.

[chastesaw]

Terezi, as much as I might like to do precisely that, I have given my word to Rose that no word of our liasons shall pass my lips. Would you have me break my bond?

[foretastes]

Yes?

[chastesaw]

That's not very fair.

[foretastes]

Why not?

[chastesaw]

Well, you haven't sworn an oath of secrecy regarding the pertinent information. You just don't want to tell me because you're feeling mischievous.