Room 513 of Different International Relations; Sunday Evening (After Fight Club) [ 09/06 ].

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle figured she should probably get some sleep for work tomorrow, but she was feeling a little restless and, instead, was just sort of lying on her bed, staring at the wall and thinking. About clubs coming up, about when she'd hear back from various college applications she'd been sending out super early, about the elections, about a lot of

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[likes_chicken]

Hurley poked his head into Turtle's room. He was about to greet Turtle, but was instantly distracted by the fish.

"...dude, what?"

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle's palm? Meet Turtle's face.

"Nothing!" she chirped over the continued vibration of the fish against the floor. She made haste to reach over, turn it off, and then toss it under her bed where it would hopefully never be seen again.

Unless maybe Leto asked after it. Then it might be retrieved and firmly shoved somewhere very uncomfortable.

[likes_chicken]

"Ooookay," Hurley said. "I'm... not gonna ask."

[stocksgrrl]

"Then why did you?" Turtle said, with a sour expression.

[scary_jeff]

Jeff had been... slightly terrified... of the idea of calling Turtle himself.

If by slightly terrified you meant mortified unto death.

Which might explain why, when he did call, he wound up holding the phone several miles away from his face. Ring... Ring... Oh god.

[stocksgrrl]

"Ah!"

Turtle was a little jumpy after the fish discovery, so to have her pants suddenly vibrate came as a jarring surprise. And a whole new shade of red for her face when she realized that it was just her phone in her pocket. It definitely had her flustered enough that she answered it without even seeing who it was, just to curb any prolonged or excess vibration.

"This is Turtle."

[scary_jeff]

Since Jeff was the requisite miles away from the phone, and because Jeff was terrified, and because Jeff was Jeff, the result was a smoky, far-away, "...Hi."

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle thought she'd heard something on the line, but she wasn't sure. She really hoped this wasn't that pause that always preceded a telemarketer. But she tried at least once more in hope of a less evil caller.

"...Hello?"