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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[doc_furcoat]

It was actually MY gift to ME from this stupid city, but 'ey, I like sharin'. [You hear that grin, Conrad? DO YOU?]

I ain't much fer blood in my cup in the mornin'.

[wimpyvampire]

*IGNORING THAT GRIN* Yeah yeah... whatever.

Thanks. *Oh god that left a bad taste in his mouth.*

[doc_furcoat]

...

So how much did it hurt ya sayin' that?

[wimpyvampire]

A lot.

[doc_furcoat]

Luv ya too, Connie. [And he'll laugh.]

[wimpyvampire]

You're disgusting.

[doc_furcoat]

Thanks Sherlock, I didn't know that already.