Forge Contact

[chairyontop]

[Have a bored, male voice that says the following like he's spoken it a million times before.]

John's Mortuary. You stab 'em, we slab 'em. Leave the location of the body after the tone.

[Beep!]

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[voice]

[sonvisage]

[well, it's quiet for at least ten seconds. Ten long seconds as she tries to hold in her irritation and then fails utterly and suddenly she is laughing (yes that is a snort) what the fuck - she never found it funny before.

In between laughs she's leaving her own address.]

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[chairyontop]

[Oh oh oh. He knows that laugh, a little too well. Watch him smiiiile, ma'am. Watch. Him. Smile.]

Is that an invitation?

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[sonvisage]

I might be dead tomorrow, you know~

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[chairyontop]

We all might be. It's why we need to live it up while we can.

[breakspromises]

That is the worst voice mail message ever.

Are you still alive, idiot?

[She is going to regret caring about his safety during the abyssal war isn't she?]

Voice

[chairyontop]

[Have a slurp. Is he drinking? Through a straw? You bet.]

Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?

[You know, other than the war outside.]

Voice

[breakspromises]

Because of everything going on.

[mumbles] Why do I bother with you?

Voice

[chairyontop]

[Do you really want to ask that question?] Because you're inevitably attracted to me.

[Pause.] Are you all right? Do you need some help?