[Missed Call] My Blood Runs Cold

Feb 06, 2011 13:19

[There is the dull, wet thud of a cleaver sinking into flesh.]

Sveiks. Toris, answer your phone.

Toris. [Chop, chop, chop.]

Answer your phone, Toris. Atsakymas prakeiktas telefonas. I've been trying to talk to you for three days. I am not in the mood for this, bāliņš. I don't want any more games.

[Chopchopchopchop]

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ooc das_vedanya February 6 2011, 20:45:07 UTC
Darling, the fact that you're acting so morbid during this phonecall only proves that our relations run deep.

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Re: ooc man_nav_naudas February 6 2011, 21:54:49 UTC
I- you- There is nothing morbid about cooking dinner. I think you're reading into it too much. I-it's all your fault.

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