3rd Leap | This isn't my house.

[notasidedick]

[A → Phone; Late Morning/Early Afternoon][Guess who's back? And terribly lost and confused. Not the fact that he's here again. More like the fact that everything seemed to have change as far as where he lived, his fake family, and the date goes

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[notsogreatwall]

You're alive! [ Not the same as "you're back"... ]

[notasidedick]

It sounds like you had fun though. It's weird. I was supposed to be a teacher when I first arrived. Now I'm a waiter when school does start. [What the heck indeed.]

[notsogreatwall]

Huh. I wonder why they changed their minds...

[notasidedick]

The same reason they probably changed my housing arrangement. It probably isn't something they particularly care about.

[notsogreatwall]

Mm, maybe not. This place doesn't make a lot of sense, so I don't know why I thought there would be a good reason for this.

[ She pauses as if contemplating that for a minute. ] Oh. I didn't notice the time. I should probably finish dinner for Miss Patchouli and I.

[notasidedick]

I guess things like this just happen.

Oh. I shouldn't be wasting anymore of your time. I can always talk to you later if I need to.

[notsogreatwall]

It's fine, talking with a friend is never a waste. But I'll talk to you later, Dick! [ Ah, if only these things showed a smile and wave. Stupid phones. ]

[notasidedick]

I'll talk to you later. And I'll see you around. I'm going to go find out what the drone wife intends to make. [Probablyyyy meatloaf.]

[notsogreatwall]

Haha, okay! Good luck. [ There are some advantages to being the dragon woman of the house. With a final affirmative hum, she hangs up. ]