ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post | | Accidentally Posted To Journal With Phone]

Niko Leandros, if I have to hear your voicemail one more time, I am going to start pitying your ears; really, there must be a point wherein the polyphonic rendering of Kung Fu Fighting becomes tiresome. Phones are not just vibrators, you're aware? They can also be used to communicate with

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[captainshort]

Robin.

[tehpuck]

Ah- Holly. There's something... well, yes, goodbyes aren't my forte, you'll have to excuse.

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[captainshort]

You're-you're leaving? You're actually...

[captainshort]

... both of you?

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[tehpuck]

Well, I'd hardly go if he wasn't...

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[tehpuck]

[tehpuck]

Holly, I would hardly go if he wasn't. Who would kick me out of bed at 6am every morning?

[captainshort]

I would. I have.

... I know.

I-

How much longer?

[tehpuck]

A little while, it seems.

[captainshort]

Is Ishiah-? Right. Stupid question. Of course he's there.

... I don't know if I'll make it home in time to say goodbye. But I'll be damned if I didn't try.

[tehpuck]

...Thank you. Your sentimentalism is and will always remain heartwarming.

[captainshort]

Robin, you insufferable bastard. I'm going to miss you.

[tehpuck]

Both of our other healers, at home, have no bedside manner, and one continues to be persistently AWOL.

...So, yes, Holly. I'll miss you, too.

[captainshort]

Just missing the blue sparks, then? Just don't get into any trouble in New York.

[tehpuck]

I cannot... quite promise that. I have a, to be clinched, a guardian angel, who will be quite literally watching my ass the entire time. You will have to content yourself with the knowledge that I reside in capable, if calloused, hands.

Likewise, if any harm comes to me, it's his fault.

[captainshort]

I know you can't. It's the same for any of us who go home. Just don't do what I did and accidentally die. Maybe someday, if I remember, I'll visit New York... find you guys.

[ooc; oh God. Now that fic HAS to be written.]