✈ voicemail

[smokesinspace]

This is Cid. Cut to the chase and tell me what the hell you want. It better be damn important, too.

[later added]

If you're that freak: GET THE *&^# OUT!

[ooc: for those who are curious, he's referring to Magnus Bane 8D WHO SHOULD STILL FREELY CALL ROTFLMAO]

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VOICE, AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S IC.

[hauntedrequiem]

[He would like it to be know that his voice his very calm and even, accompanied by deep, even breathing. There's nothing threatening about it at all.]

I wouldn't be giving out relationship advice, old man, when you're the one who named your ship after someone and still refuses to admit you love her.

[It sounds like he's going to hang up for a moment, until suddenly...]

Enjoy your tea, Cid. You never know when the supply is going to run out. [BRB, OUT GETTING ALL THE TEA IN SOMARIUM.]

OH HE DID NOT. OH HE DID /NOT/.

[smokesinspace]

[this would be Cid just staring at his voicemail and listening to the stupid spikey-headed kid. he did not. he did not just say that. oh the things he could have said to that stupid ignorant no good *&$&@*&^@*&!*&$@--AND HE BETTER NOT TOUCH THAT TEA.

REDIAL. HE HITS IT.]

OH, HE DID. HE JUST DID.

[hauntedrequiem]

[He's just going to smirk as the Dreamberry rings, before picking it up and hitting vibrate.

Have fun with that Cid. He'll just be out GETTING YOUR TEA.]

TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME

[smokesinspace]

[fuck you Cloud. fuck. you. HITTING YOUR VOICEMAIL.]