contact//messaging//¿por qué hacer eso?

[treadingdawn]

[Click.]

[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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"Neither would I." She'd know just where to place it. It would be carefully folded in a kind of pouch. The sort that were worn in Narnia for precious things. A locket would be too small. Susan would wear it all the time in the City. Just in case.

Now that he mentioned it, Susan laughs at her own mistake. She might have seen one girl do something like that once. That only makes it more funny. Seeing that he's hurt his ribs, Susan tries to hold it in. Likely helping to stop Caspian from hurt. "You know what I mean."

Those snow flakes are taking on a brand new demeanor entirely with Caspian's hand in them. The house will look wonderful when they're done!