On a Metro Bus Somewhere Between the Valley and the Hyperion, Monday Afternoon

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders closed his eyes and tried to tune out the annoying kids sitting across the aisle from him, humming along with a tune stuck in his head. He really needed to get an MP3 player or something, but he didn't have the money to spare yet.

Good thing about that? At least if his phone rang right now he could hear it.

[OOC: For a specific call, but

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[nolan_kidlets]

*riiiing*

Katrina's had her own phone since she was six. She totally doesn't have to tell anyone what she's doing.

[cantgetnorelief]

Oh, hey, look at that, a phone call.

"Hey, Anders here!"

[nolan_kidlets]

"Hi Uncle Daisy!"

There's only two sets of kids who call him that. He'll figure it out in a minute.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Oh, he -- I mean, hey!" It was that time of year again, wasn't it? Anders recovered fairly quickly, though not quite as well as he might recover from a footwork mistake on the court or a bad read on a blistered fly ball. "Well, hey there, kiddo. It's kinda loud on this bus. Who is that?"