Voice Mail

[ladywithnovoice]

This is Red.

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

Comments

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[me_first]

are you going to do it too?

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[ladywithnovoice]

Might as well, right?

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[me_first]

right!

but you should probably go back to sleep now.

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[ladywithnovoice]

How about you?

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[me_first]

you shouldn't worry about me so much.

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[ladywithnovoice]

I'll worry about whoever I want to worry about.

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[me_first]

even someone you could likely blame for the destruction of everyone and everything you care about.

[It's one of those nights.]

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[ladywithnovoice]

[And Royce, guess what?]

[You're getting a high heeled shoe thrown at you from across the way.]

[...And a text immediately after.]

What's hating you going to do for me!?

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[me_first]

[Ow. That was his head. He tosses it back underhand.]

i dont' know

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[ladywithnovoice]

It doesn't solve anything

It wouldn't bring cloudbank back, it wouldn't bring my voice back, it wouldn't bring back Henter Jallaford or Bailey Gilande or Preston Moyle or anyone else back

Why don't you hate the two of us for taking the Transistor and throwing everything off the rails?

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[me_first]

because it wasn't actually you who did anything wrong. not in the sense that most people would think.

if there's anyone to blame for throwing things off the rails it's sybil.

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[ladywithnovoice]

[...Well she can't argue about that.]

Do you want me to hate you?

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[me_first]

not really.

but i'd understand it.

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[ladywithnovoice]

Well I'm not.

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[me_first]

apparently.

go to sleep, red.

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[ladywithnovoice]

When you do too.

[me_first]

[He's not going to sleep but he's going to just... stop texting.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Yeah, nice try Royce Bracket.]

[After around five minutes, there's the sound of bare feet trying to be very sneaky on the cold wet ground of the cave. Yeah she's coming over to check on you.]

[me_first]

[Scout peers up at her, illuminated by the dim light of Royce's Pokegear. He's not sleeping at all - he's checking the network instead.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Red quirks up an eyebrow to Scout, a silent 'can you believe this', before she just reaches over Royce's shoulder to try and take the 'Gear.]

[me_first]

Hey.

[He tucks his 'Gear in his pocket. Stop that.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Too slow. Oh well. She instead crosses her arms and just stares at him.]

[me_first]

... What? I'm... not really tired anymore. But you should rest.

[ladywithnovoice]

[Red doesn't move.]

[me_first]

... Really? You're insisting on this?

[He's not gonna go to sleep.]