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

[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.