IC Contact/Voicemail

[fatalissimo]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL]

Leave a message and I'll get right back to you! Ah, but be quick about it - after all, there's probably a good reason why I'm not around right now!

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

Comments

[fatalissimo]

Best friends have a way of doing that, it looks like - mine just sort of decided that we were going to be friends, too, though we never really put it that way.

...We've also known each other since we were four, so there's that.

[samsa]

Yeah. It really feels like I've known him forever. He's just...sortof always been there, no matter what.

If he were here now, he'd probably be laughing about how lost I keep getting on these streets.

[fatalissimo]

Yeah, I know what you mean. I've got no idea what mine'd be doing - probably getting along great with that American in Kanto that's running the damn boot camp.

He'll probably show up here one day, though. Your friend.

[samsa]

You really think so?

[Hide...what he wouldn't give for him to be here where it was safe. No ghouls or anything. ...No more lying to him, either.]

[fatalissimo]

There's no point in thinking he won't, right? Lots of people see their friends again after a while.

[samsa]

Yeah. I guess you're right. ...I hope you're right.

[There's a brief pause before the next text comes through.]

Okay, there's the inn. I'm back where I started again.

[He's not very convinced he'll be able to locate janked-up-roof-place any better than he was before, but at least he knows where he is now.]

[fatalissimo]

...Do you want me to try to go with you?

[samsa]

[...]

That...wouldn't be too much trouble...would it?

[...he really doesn't want to have to call you up fifteen minutes from now to say he got lost again.]

[fatalissimo]

[...Boy...]

You'll owe me one later, Jeeves.

Let me get my coat.

[samsa]

Thank you.

[And he'll just wait outside the building for her with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his own coat, the sleeves of which are still not long enough on him but you know what it's better than wearing his work clothes.]