Thirty-Ninth Bite || PHONE/ACTION

[wimpyvampire]

{{PHONE}}
*It had been a while since Conrad screamed into the phone or anything of the sort, so maybe this was a good time to hear his WONDERFUL voice over the phones. Plus, he hasn't been up to date on the recent happenings of Mayfield.*

Ah, it's been a while.

Um. Thanks Worth. For the um. gift of sorts. Also, Casimiro, I have that present of

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[weaponsparked]

Shall I beat some sense into your spawn?

[wimpyvampire]

W-WHAT!? NO! NOT AT ALL!

He's 24 years old for god's sake! I've never even... *Yeah just gonna stop there*

[weaponsparked]

... then why are you bringing him up?

[Pause.]

Never even what?

[wimpyvampire]

I'm just saying he's probably as horrible as what you deal with. Well as annoying at least...

*YEP HE DODGES THAT LAST QUESTION*

[weaponsparked]

Nothing could be as horrible as the twins.

You didn't answer my other question.

[wimpyvampire]

I don't have to.

[weaponsparked]

Come on. Please?

[wimpyvampire]

No.

[weaponsparked]

Why not?

[wimpyvampire]

Because, I don't have to tell someone like you!

[weaponsparked]

...

You don't trust me?

[wimpyvampire]

I-It's nothing to talk publicly about!

[weaponsparked]

[Pause.]

...

Oh. Sex. Is that all?

[wimpyvampire]

SH-SHHH! SHUT UP!

[weaponsparked]

No, no. I know how to do this.

We have drinks, and we talk about it in person. Right?

[wimpyvampire]

I don't wanna talk about it at all.