Dry Run AIM Log - Harry tells Molly she's been rift pulled
Harry: \o/
Molly: *eyeroll*
Harry: *noogies*
Molly: *wiggles*
Harry: *smirks*
Molly: *stomps on his foot*
Harry: its good to see you grasshopper *hops away*
Molly: *huffs* Stop calling me that!
Harry: *chuckles* you've got a lot to hear
Molly: *fixes her hair* I know...
Harry: you are in the future kiddo
Molly: *scoffs* No I'm not. I'm in New Jersey.
Harry: what year is it then
Molly: 2007, duh. *looks at her watch and frowns that it's 'broke'* There's nothing electronic in here!
Harry: *hands her that days newspaper*
Molly: *stares* Where's mom and dad?
Harry: in chicago still.
Molly: But...I just came home.
Harry: *calls older molly's phone before handing it to younger*
Molly: *leaps back* HARRY! You can't do that!
Harry: she's at home. you can ask how your parents are.
Molly: *shakes head* But...doesn't that break the sixth law?
Harry: to hell and back probably but i can work around it.
Molly: *takes the phone, her hands shaking*
Older Molly: *patiently* hello?
Molly: *whimpers* Can I speak to Da-... erm... Micheal, please?
Older Molly: *quietly for a moment before huffing* Harry you idiot...here he is
Molly: *looks at Harry with pure terror*
Harry: *shrugs as Michael takes the phone*
Michael: Hello Molly. How are you?
Molly: *chokes* Fine...Daddy. I...um...I went on a trip with Harry.
Michael: *is quiet for a moment* Harry will take care of you.
Molly: *almost chokes again* Yeah....
Michael: If you ever need me call or have Harry call.
Molly: *nods a lot then* I will...
Michael: I love you sweetie.
Molly: *OMG, don't cry* Love you too, Daddy. I'll...call you, I promise.
Michael: I'll talk to you then Molly, try to behave for Harry.
Molly: *doing that nodding thing again*
Michael: Molly. I can't hear you nod over the phone.
Molly: Oh! Sorry. I'll behave, I promise.
Michael: *chuckles*
Molly: I....I should go.
Michael: I understand.