Sep 27, 2008 15:16
The quiet of the apartment that Cait and Abby share is broken by the ringing of Cait's mobile phone. On his end of the line, Robin grimaces as the phone rings, and rings again, the sound coming through faint to him even with the volume turned up as loud as possible. The phone has a bit of competing to do with the other sounds around him, of course, and it doesn't help that he's holding it to his ear rather awkwardly with his shoulder, his hands being occupied. Bugger this, he should have brought the Bluetooth. Now why didn't he think of that? There's always something.
"Oh, pick the bloody hell up, you radiant apple of my eye and darling of my heart," he mutters at the mobile.
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