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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Comments

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

She accepts his nod with a brief easy smile. Her serious face comes back not too soon after, with less of a need to be extra firm. A little ray of hope in a cloudy time can go a long way. Caspian will get his soon.

"Good." Squeeze back to you too good Telmarine. Don't let anyone down here. "We've done big things together. This should be easy." That's optimism rather than honesty belief.