Thirty-Ninth Bite || PHONE/ACTION

[wimpyvampire]

{{PHONE}}
*It had been a while since Conrad screamed into the phone or anything of the sort, so maybe this was a good time to hear his WONDERFUL voice over the phones. Plus, he hasn't been up to date on the recent happenings of Mayfield.*

Ah, it's been a while.

Um. Thanks Worth. For the um. gift of sorts. Also, Casimiro, I have that present of

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[weaponsparked]

Shall I beat some sense into your spawn?

[wimpyvampire]

S-Spawn...

No you shall not.

[weaponsparked]

Yes. Spawn. Did I stammer?

Why not?

[wimpyvampire]

Because they are not yours to deal with.

[weaponsparked]

They're not technically yours either.

[wimpyvampire]

Well they're in my... house unit or whatever it's called.

[weaponsparked]

They're your assigned spawn.

[wimpyvampire]

And I will handle them my own way.

[weaponsparked]

You're not handling it very well, if they're being that bad.

[wimpyvampire]

Just... one of them is.

[weaponsparked]

So smack it.

[wimpyvampire]

And what good would become of that? I'd have a crying child on my hands then. Plus, he could hit me back!

[weaponsparked]

...

Are you afraid of your own assigned spawn?

[wimpyvampire]

I'm not AFRAID of the kid!

[weaponsparked]

So discipline it!

[wimpyvampire]

I'VE TRIED.

*just not in a manly way like you would do Sideswipe*