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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SAD BOY IN SNOW

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know that song, but surely it must be in the songbook.]

That is good to know. I'm very glad to hear it, Ellington.

[Caspian nods, releasing the tentacle like a gracious monarch.]

SAD BOY IN SNOW

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue nods]

Thank you again, Caspian. For the ride.

[He'll call Cori to pick him up before he gets hypothermic, honest]

SAD BOY IN SNOW

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It was my pleasure, Blue. Farewell then, to you and to Ellington.

[A nod to the strange creature.]

And enjoy the rest of your holiday.