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[isitablurred]

Clark Kent here. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Comments

Regarding the day's news:

[kingofrooks]

Receiving: audio message

Whatever you're planning, don't.

[isitablurred]

[Calling back.]

[kingofrooks]

[ He picks up at the second ring. ]

What did I say that wasn't clear?

[isitablurred]

The bit where I have to do what you tell me to. You know what it is.

[girlyboywonder]

[ HERE SHE GOES, TALKING OUT LOUD LIKE A CRAZY PERSON ON SOME ROOFTOP BECAUSE SHE THINKS IT'S NEAT THAT SHE CAN. and maybe because it's a little amusing that he can't talk back. at least, not immediately. heh. ]

Heya, Clark. Hope you're listening. Had a good conversation about disguises today, figured you might be interested.

[isitablurred]

[And in the shadows, behind you--]

Robin.

[girlyboywonder]

[ She doesn't even turn, just keeps casually swinging her legs over the edge. ]

Took you long enough. [ A WHOLE TWO SECONDS JEEZ SLOW POKE. ]

[isitablurred]

I said I was working on the flying thing.

[It's nice, though. With everyone not being deathly serious, he can pretend it isn't when it actually is. Deathly. Serious.]

Mind if I join you?

voicemail;

[topslug]

Hello, CK? It's Yako.

This might seem like a weird request but... [ there's a noise not unlike someone drumming their fingers against a tabletop. ]

... could you help me come up with a name and a tagline for a talent show?

[isitablurred]

[Phoning back.]

[topslug]

Hello? Yako Katsuragi speaking.

[isitablurred]

Hey, it's Clark. You rang?

[kingofrooks]

[ Afternoon of 15th June. Ring, ring, Clark. ]

[isitablurred]

[Matching phone icons. Picking up.]

Kent here.

[kingofrooks]

[ He looks hotter than you, Photoshop Effect. ]

Kent, it's me. [ Pause. ]

I think you owe me a charity date.

[isitablurred]

You're calling me to remind me about a date? And I thought you'd have had something more important in mind.

text;

[rudolphofvamps]

Got kicked out of my starter apartment. You ought to come see the new place.

text;

[isitablurred]

[He considered it. Thought about it again. Went to turn it down. Reconsidered. Actually it might not be such a bad idea.]

Would love to. Address?

[Clark wouldn't admit that Spike was too quiet for him to find unless he spoke, having no heartbeat and all.]

text;

[rudolphofvamps]

[He types it out for him. It's Peter's address, because what is Spike but a big ol' mooch?]

There's cold beer and the tellies still warm.

action;

[isitablurred]

[Knocking at the door.]