[ Voice 004 ] (FORWARD DATED FOR THE 11th)
...I wonder if she'd like muffins.
She probably won't, and I probably shouldn't care, but I think - yeah, I'll... get her some muffins.
[ The sound of boots being tugged on, and feet thumping on the floor. A coat being pulled on, and a door opening follows these other noises, and then the footsteps quicken. Like someone is in a hurry to beat any mad rushes there might be at the bakery. Or... in a hurry to give muffins to someone else. ]
[ A girl, apparently. ]
Maybe, um, some herbal tea, too. Or something. Girls like tea, right?
...The girls in Dismas usually don't drink it, but they're not...
[ Not special? ]
[ Please. ]
[ Neither is this girl. But he can't stop thinking of her. Can't quell the urge to dote upon someone he thinks is... really pretty. ]
Hmm... no. No, I got it. The perfect idea!
[ Click! He disconnects. ]
She probably won't, and I probably shouldn't care, but I think - yeah, I'll... get her some muffins.
[ The sound of boots being tugged on, and feet thumping on the floor. A coat being pulled on, and a door opening follows these other noises, and then the footsteps quicken. Like someone is in a hurry to beat any mad rushes there might be at the bakery. Or... in a hurry to give muffins to someone else. ]
[ A girl, apparently. ]
Maybe, um, some herbal tea, too. Or something. Girls like tea, right?
...The girls in Dismas usually don't drink it, but they're not...
[ Not special? ]
[ Please. ]
[ Neither is this girl. But he can't stop thinking of her. Can't quell the urge to dote upon someone he thinks is... really pretty. ]
Hmm... no. No, I got it. The perfect idea!
[ Click! He disconnects. ]