☀ 05

Mar 04, 2011 11:51

[phone;]

[it's been a while since you've heard this voice, hasn't it? Red sounds just as calm as ever, but there's a certain sunniness to his tone that's pretty uncommon for him; it's not outright eager, just as close to it as he can manage.]

I think I can start making money now just like everyone else. Last week, I found a bike in the garage. I guess whoever used to live here before us left it. [the real owners of 507 Ricardo. that's a morbid thought that he doesn't want to think too much about, so he keeps talking rather quickly.] - And then last night, I got a call from the post office about coming in on time for a job today. Something about delivering packages.

[he shrugs, unseen.]

If it's just another thing the town does, I probably shouldn't wait for an explanation, but all the same, it's nice to have money now. So...if anyone wants something delivered or needs someone to run back and forth for an errand, I guess I -

[and it tapers off into silence. awkward, embarrassed silence.

wow, this is the most he's said in months.]

[action;]

[around town, you'll see Red riding his "new" bike. normal, right? that little yellow mouse that's sitting in his open backpack, hanging onto his shoulders for dear life? totally normal.]
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