Voicemail

[onepunchguy]

Yeah, you've reached Guy Gardner. If I didn't answer the phone, I'm probably kicking some idiot's ass for tryin' to take over Earth.

Leave a message.

*BEEP*

Comments

[electrocynic]

Need to shop for slutty clothes. Want to come with?

Sarah was truly the queen of making sure she didn't provide any context for her texts, wasn't she?

The phone had typed that up and sent it on its own, by the way. Well, because she'd told it to. Such was the beauty of her superpower.

[onepunchguy]

Sigh, Sarah. Sigh.

Guy eyed his text for a moment before responding with: This going be watching you try stuff on, or holding a purse?

[electrocynic]

I don't even have a purse.

She carried her wallet in a pocket and didn't bother with much else. There was going to be a raven making comments, though, but he'd find that out eventually.

[onepunchguy]

Well...

Hope you like badgers.

[electrocynic]

Sigh, Fandom.

About as much as ravens.

Not very, but she'd deal. And at least she had faith in their ability to be intimidating enough to get into a store even with an animal entourage.

See you in a bit?

[onepunchguy]

They could always pretend to be fabulously wealthy. And insane.

I'll swing by.