Voicemail

[bitch_prince]

It's almost silent, but in the distance, Arthur's voice can be made out if you put your mind to it.

"...Merlin, I hardly need your help to figure out this... voice... thing." A short silence, and then, much, much louder, he continues: "No, I am aware of which direction I am supposed to speak in. The question is, do you have any idea--"

"You have

Comments

Post-Caritas

[blondecanary]

WherE R U?

Dinah can spell. She just can't type while buzzed.

I am giving yor # to peoples.
CALL HIM
Nice gy
SAY HI!
Katina sez hi 2

Katina so did not.

Re: Post-Caritas

[bitch_prince]

After about five minutes, Arthur came to the conclusion that mead and texting didn't work out (which didn't mean that Dinah didn't get a asdlkfhaddvvdsa;; message, at first) so he called.

Clever idea, that.

"WE ARE HAVING A PARTY," he yelled, having forgotten just about all Reno had taught him about phones, "TELL KATINA TO COME KILL THINGS WITH ME! OUR MEAD IS BETTER THAN YOURS!"

He finished it off with a truly fratboyesque (if overly weedinated) whoop and turned it off.