Voicemail

[itsthecoat]

You've reached Captain Jack Harkness, leave a message after the tone. If you want to contact Torchwood, we have a phone line for that; if you don't know the number then you shouldn't be calling. If this is about work, call the aforementioned number. Unless your name is Ianto, in which case why are you calling me when I don't have my phone? You

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[itsthecoat]

...should I even bother listing everything that was wrong with that message?

And why is it now my responsibility to rescue him?

[itsthecoat]

I was stuck living with him for five years. There's a difference.

[dameluckypants]

[ROSE TYLER WILL NOW FLOOD YOUR INBOX]

--Jack, why don't you pick up your phone? This might be important.

This is Rose, by the way. In case you didn't know.

[dameluckypants]

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack. I set my oven on fire. I think I need help putting it out.

[dameluckypants]

--nevermind. Turns out that there's an automatic sprinkler system.

Oh. That was not good. At all. Gotta go.

[alien_catcher]

What, exactly, is the point of you even having a mobile if you just want me to call Ianto?

Besides, he never answers. And when do I call you anyway? It's always you ringing me.

By the way, Rhys doesn't have this number. Thank God.

[itsthecoat]

I don't forward all my calls to Ianto, just the work-related ones that get through.

Not this time.

And you never know, he's bound to check your phone book eventually.

[alien_catcher]

I guess I'll have to start calling you for non-work related reasons. Talking of, up for bowling tomorrow night?

He's not nosy. Usually. He won't be happy with that joining in comment, knowing what he's already thought.

[itsthecoat]

Will there be take-out involved?

Just reassure him that Ianto would never agree.