*Glancing at his phone (no prizes for guessing that a robot must have tapped it to chirp at him), he sighed, picking up and muttering.*
Sure. Why not. I bet you can probably track this phone to where I am too, so if you want directions speak now or forever hold your peace.
*A meal was a meal (The man just hoped it was the human-sort of edible), even if he hadn't quite been alluding to wanting food earlier. And to be honest, Simmons didn't want to explain the sandwich thing to anyone. Especially not someone he hadn't met yet.*
//I'll be there real soon// Fireflight closed off the comm, scrambling around downstairs in his home for the little cryo-stasis containers of food and dashing out the door. Those things could keep the food fresh indefinitely.
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Sure. Why not. I bet you can probably track this phone to where I am too, so if you want directions speak now or forever hold your peace.
*A meal was a meal (The man just hoped it was the human-sort of edible), even if he hadn't quite been alluding to wanting food earlier. And to be honest, Simmons didn't want to explain the sandwich thing to anyone. Especially not someone he hadn't met yet.*
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"Mr Simmons~ Hello~"
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You're the one that called me, I suppose.
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