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[lepetitrouge]

Who: Delilah Rousseau (LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD) and Rita Kozlow (YOUNGEST GOAT)
When: Immediately after this.
Where: Delilah and Rita's rooms, respectively.
Summary: A phone conversation.
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 at best.

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[bbgoat]

No answer, for a short while. She was upside-down off the edge of her bed, for one, and she was listening to music--it was only luck that the cell phone was on the floor in front of her, and she could see it dancing across the carpet. She extended a hand over her head, tugged away the rather enormous headphones, and lifted it to her ear.

"Aloha?"

[lepetitrouge]

Once her phone call is victorious, Delilah assumes a similar position. Falling backwards, she lies flat on her bed, with her legs bent at the knees and feet dangling somewhere near the floor. Wolf sniffs at her shoe.

"Hey, it's me. You got a minute? Because this little pocket of the Pentamerone just got thrust into bizzaro-world, and I need to be grounded stat."

[bbgoat]

"Let me check my schedule... yep, I can fit you in between my upside-down toenail painting and falling off the bed." Rita adjusted the strap of her black tank top. "What is up."

[lepetitrouge]

"Awesome. Thanks for fitting me in. So - okay. So. I think Anser is crazy. Like more than usual. In the cranky direction, of course. Nate was over helping me with this thing, and Anser comes back, right? And I thought it was going to be like 'Hey Anser, this is Nate, Nate, Anser.' But no. He freaks out - Anser I mean. He freaks out and takes his umbrella and goes all vorpal sword with it. If I hadn't stepped in Nate might be a the hospital right now full of umbrella tip puncture wounds. But I mean what is that? Like who does that? Threats of violence aren't normal greetings among the male species right?"