voice;

[hexyoutotuesday]

[You see, this was meant to be a phone call to Trauma. However, with Jinx's amazing luck, she managed to hit the wrong button. So, instead of making a private call to her brother, she gets a public post.]

Hey, T. I need you to go to the store and buy me tampons.

...wait. No. I need the opposite of tampons. Those other things. Whatever they are.

Now.

Comments

[showbizpanache]

Um... Miss Jinx...?

[hexyoutotuesday]

I know.

[showbizpanache]

Are you feeling all right?

[hexyoutotuesday]

Do you always ask such stupid questions?

[showbizpanache]

Oh, forgive me. I will go and daintily slap my wrist for the heinous crime of being concerned about you. You have a lovely day.

[hexyoutotuesday]

Do you think I have a magical sense that tells me when you're being sarcastic or not? Because it's really hard to tell.

[showbizpanache]

I recommend investing in one. I'm sure that sort of thing is easy to come by in a place like this.

[hexyoutotuesday]

I'm ignoring the validity of that statement.

[showbizpanache]

Are you going to answer my question or not?

[hexyoutotuesday]

No. I'm not feeling all right.

You happy?

[showbizpanache]

Oh, honestly. Give yourself a little credit. You'll bounce back from this easily.

[Pause] Unless there's something else?

[hexyoutotuesday]

There's a lot of things, okay?

[showbizpanache]

Well I'm not foolish enough to ask you what those things may me. I can, however, provide an ear for you should you ever want to talk about them.

...All right?

[hexyoutotuesday]

...all right.