ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post | | Accidentally Posted To Journal With Phone]

Niko Leandros, if I have to hear your voicemail one more time, I am going to start pitying your ears; really, there must be a point wherein the polyphonic rendering of Kung Fu Fighting becomes tiresome. Phones are not just vibrators, you're aware? They can also be used to communicate with

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[captainshort]

Robin.

[tehpuck]

I'll leave the windows open for you, then. It has nothing to do with the other flying idiot, I assure you.

We can have lunch at the dealership.

[ooc IT IS IN YOUR HANDS, ELLIEBEE.]

[captainshort]

I'd like that.

It's been a good year knowing you, Robin. Good luck.

[tehpuck]

Hol-

[Transmission Cut • Static | They're home.]

[ishiah]

Holly.

[captainshort]

What? Don't give me that look, Ishiah, I can hear it in your tone.

[ishiah]

I'll miss you. Is that permissable, Captain Short?

1/3

[captainshort]

Of course it's-

[captainshort]

3/4 I LIED

[captainshort]

... I'll miss you too.

4/4 DONE

[captainshort]

Looks like you've worked your way out of my rematch. A pity we can't race again.

1/2

[ishiah]

Perhaps if I ever return you might have found a pair with some hope of keeping up with me.

2/2

[ishiah]

...We can't seem to rouse Niko. Can I suggest one quiet if well armed cat owner who might make use of your extra room?

I've left him the bar, if he wants it.

[captainshort]

You can bet on it. And if not, who knows? I might go home for good someday and Foaly might have a better patent for me. I'll find you in New York. How's that?

... Of course. And good. About the bar, I mean.

[ishiah]

Ninth Circle, just off St. Mark's place. You'll find a welcome.

[captainshort]

Thanks.

For that and for everything else.