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[phonecall|action] waitforsuperman October 7 2010, 02:33:53 UTC
[Alfred curls up as his phone rings. He blearily glances at the clock which reads something like 3-impossibly-early-am. Rolling in the bed, tangled in the headphones of his iPod, he reaches over, grabbing the phone, squinting at the too-bright display.

"Ivan?" the question hung in the hair as his phone continued to vibrate and ring in his hand. He almost went to hang up but his fingers acted of their own accord and he found himself with the device pressed to his ear.]

Hello, Ivan? It's like... early and stuff [a yawn] what is it...

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{Call + Action} das_vedanya October 7 2010, 02:42:59 UTC
[He freezes... his breath catches in his throat, and he thinks, maybe, just for a minute that the voicemail would've been better - 'Yo, this is Alfred. I can't reach the phone; leave a message and I'll get to y'all ASAP. Stay frosty' - than that sleepy, condescending tone on the other line.

He can't say anything... his teeth sink deeper into the knuckle of his index finger. His voice might quiver if he speaks.]

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[phonecall] waitforsuperman October 7 2010, 02:44:54 UTC
Ivan, I can hear you breathing.

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{Call} das_vedanya October 7 2010, 02:49:02 UTC
Извинения... I... [he pauses, because admitting this suddenly makes his stomach hurt more than his nightmare did] ...I needed to hear your voice.

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