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[prince_of_beasts]

A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

Comments

[saltwaterlungs]

i said what i meant
its not like youve been here to keep watch
so im tired

A low jab, one aimed out of frustration that he wouldn't just let her brush it off.

tomorrow
see you then
well both go easy

[prince_of_beasts]

A low jab that hits Dimitri in the gut. He lets it, flinching physically as his stomach twists. It's only fair. He deserves it.

Goodn ihht
Goodnight

[saltwaterlungs]

night

Darcy sits herself up on the couch, rubbing ineffectually at her eye with the heel of her hand. God, she was getting worse. Time to go pace somewhere until she wore herself out enough to stop feeling like shit and get some sleep.