o36. [voice];
[The post catches the end of a hammerhouse laugh that Phobos has apparently made a conscious effort to suppress. Like Phrike, he is rrrrrreally fucking high on fear. His voice remains unsteady--and, actually, exhausted;]
This might be a bit much to ask, but you all really do need to just... CALM DOWN.
[That last part was just a little manic and unnecessarily loud. He snorts, trying to stifle yet more laughter.]
I... can't... think through your endlessendlessendless and ever increasing panic and I really need to find my blood pressure medication...
I think... I left it on the counter... Mm... [His voice trails away from the phone, alternating between discussing whether or not he left it in his room, how much he prefers it when people just get angry, and tired but truly heart-felt laughter. The latter can probably be heard right across the 5th floor. The post ends when he rediscovers the phone and slams it shut.]
This might be a bit much to ask, but you all really do need to just... CALM DOWN.
[That last part was just a little manic and unnecessarily loud. He snorts, trying to stifle yet more laughter.]
I... can't... think through your endlessendlessendless and ever increasing panic and I really need to find my blood pressure medication...
I think... I left it on the counter... Mm... [His voice trails away from the phone, alternating between discussing whether or not he left it in his room, how much he prefers it when people just get angry, and tired but truly heart-felt laughter. The latter can probably be heard right across the 5th floor. The post ends when he rediscovers the phone and slams it shut.]