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[ ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
banana ]
banana ]
Oh.
[ abruptly, he understands ]
Phoenix-san.
[ abruptly, he understands ]
Phoenix-san.
[ , ]
Oh - sorry, I pressed the wrong number . . . Your name is right under Nya-san's, so I hit it on accident . . .
Oh - sorry, I pressed the wrong number . . . Your name is right under Nya-san's, so I hit it on accident . . .
Ahahaha - nothing like that. I wanted to ask him which game I should be buying, but I'm not at home and I'm rather slow at typing - so I wanted to call him about it.
[ fuck ]
Ah! That's true - Nya-san had told me about them before so I just thought about asking him but Anubis-san would know more, huh . . . !
Ah! That's true - Nya-san had told me about them before so I just thought about asking him but Anubis-san would know more, huh . . . !
[ he's always this stressed
there's the sound of rustling, like he's moving at a fast pace, and it reflects in his voice ]
Eh? Phoenix-san knows games?
there's the sound of rustling, like he's moving at a fast pace, and it reflects in his voice ]
Eh? Phoenix-san knows games?
I said I was out, right - ? I was supposed to be meeting - Whisky-san . . .
Uhm - yes. I suppose I can call you back later? Ah, but this was a mistake in the first place - uhm -
- we can talk later, somehow . . . !
- we can talk later, somehow . . . !
Edited 2019-01-10 07:11 (UTC)
[ with a little laugh, pleasant ]
I will!
Have a good evening, Phoenix-san.
[ click ]
I will!
Have a good evening, Phoenix-san.
[ click ]
[ ....
no.
he doesn't say anything at first. there's a deafening amount of silence on the other side. the truth is he's moving on autopilot now, and aside from the ambient noises and his own stilted breathing there's nothing. not for at least a minute. or two. or five. who is counting time anymore?
and then, ]
He's not here.
no.
he doesn't say anything at first. there's a deafening amount of silence on the other side. the truth is he's moving on autopilot now, and aside from the ambient noises and his own stilted breathing there's nothing. not for at least a minute. or two. or five. who is counting time anymore?
and then, ]
He's not here.
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