Amaya's Voicemail.

[special_rabbit]

"Hey, there. I guess the thing is to make a greeting for this little device that lets you know you've reached the phone of Amaya Blackstone, and you can leave a message for me here, and that I promise not to take apart this one like I have the past three. I haven't figured out how to get them back up and running yet, but I will, you mark my words. This one, I'll not tinker with. Apparently it's important. So rest assured, you can reach me here, and I'll try to get back. I mean, I suppose it's more efficient than a letter, but it's still a little strange..."

*CLICK!*

Comments

[1000yearstoolate]

After half a bottle of tequila, perhaps this text could be excused.

Didn't go well. She said she liked me before I complained about the movie.

[special_rabbit]

Half a bottle of tequila that wasn't even intended for her, no less!

But Amaya was frowning at that text when she got it, not sure at first what it even meant, and, once she did, unsure of how to respond.

Somehow, she felt 'well obviously' wasn't going to be helpful.

You apologized, though?

That also comfortably avoided needing to discuss anything about who liked who and other mushy nonsense that she just wasn't equipped to handle.

[1000yearstoolate]

Yes.

[special_rabbit]

AND you survived! And still have fingers to text with! I'd say that sounds like a win!

Yeah, hi, how did you think Amaya was a good mopey text emotional support choice, Seivarden?

[1000yearstoolate]

You feared for my life and still asked me to apologise?!

[special_rabbit]

That was a joke!

Mostly!

It's called levity! A little humor to lighten up the situation! But good job. I'm proud of you. I know that wasn't easy for you to do.

And her nose wrinkled a little after she sent it, because it was true and important for Seivarden to hear...er, well, read...but it still skirted emotions a little too closely for her comfort.

[1000yearstoolate]

Thank you.

Seivarden smiled a little.

I drank half a bottle of tequila. Should probably sleep.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya's head tilted, trying to place in where that half a bottle of tequila might have fallen on the timeline: before? Or after?

She supposed it didn't really matter, there was probably going to be a pretty nasty hangover either way.

I should say so! And drink some water before you do!

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smiled a little, then sent:

You know I always listen to your advice.

[special_rabbit]

'Cause it's good advice!

Amaya almost didn't send it, because she figured they could probably go back and forth like that for a bit if they weren't careful (and Seivarden had tequila in her), and she probably really should get some sleep, which is why it was followed up quickly by:

Now go to bed! Don't make me send the Crumbler over to tuck you in.