Voicemail
[When the message clicks on, after the Dreamberry has been allowed to ring, it is not a mail voice that answers- no. Rather a feminine one. That belonging to Kara Thrace. ]
This is Locke Lamor- [ From the background, there is a sharp interjection of 'Not my name, gods-damnit!' but even regardless, Kara continues on. ] Oh, sorry. Peaches' voicemail ( Read more... )
This is Locke Lamor- [ From the background, there is a sharp interjection of 'Not my name, gods-damnit!' but even regardless, Kara continues on. ] Oh, sorry. Peaches' voicemail ( Read more... )
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You know what, you're a frakking idiot but I'm the bigger frakking idiot for calling to make sure your dumb ass isn't dead in a ditch somewhere. Next time I see you, you're getting a punch in the mouth but I'm still dragging you off to the doctor.
Because I frakking care okay even if you don't so you can just frakking deal with that.
[A pause and a muffled clink.]
And I want my Gods damned clothes back.
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