Voicemail

[futariniousama]

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- beep! -

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call. /backdated to June 10th, after Rise's arrival in Ecruteak

[reimprovise]

[ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

banana phone]

[futariniousama]

[ There's a brief silence, then a disbelieving laugh. ]

Wow. You win this round, Seigaku.

[reimprovise]

[and he chuckles here, rueful -- in other words, trying to gauge the situation. did he offend?]

No good?

[futariniousama]

[ Niou chuckles, too. He doesn't sound offended - in fact, he sounds impressed. ]

Too good. You might oughta watch your step, there, Fujiko-chan.

[reimprovise]

[oh, good. impressed is better than, say, grievously annoyed.]

Well, you won't have to worry about any encroachment upon your territory, really, Niyuu-chan. I admittedly can't do the mannerisms or the vocal pitch.

[futariniousama]

I'm just surprised you remembered it well enough to quote me. Your sense of timing is admirable, for a law-abiding citizen.

[reimprovise]

Mm, memorizing things. [a bit of a pause here.] I suppose you can say it comes with the territory.

[futariniousama]

The territory, huh? I can see how it comes with my territory, but yours?

[ His tone isn't derisive or even incredulous, just curious. ]

[reimprovise]

You do know what they call me, sometimes.

[not a shred of pride, sadly.]

[futariniousama]

I always figured that was tennis-exclusive. Is it not?

[ oh, he noticed. ]

[reimprovise]

Wouldn't it be nice if it were?

[a pause, then:] By the way- open your window?

[futariniousama]

[ Oh, Fuji. ♥ You're like the gift that keeps on giving.

Niou moves over to his window to open it, wisely keeping his body out of the potential line of fire. ]

Hearin' my voice ain't enough for you?

[reimprovise]

[a chuckle, into the speaker of the phone. he's just under the window, actually, and he's waving up, amused.]

You know me. I pine for the soul. [he takes a few steps back from the window, then raises an arm--]

Catch. [aaaand a small, colourful cloth bag goes sailing, pinpoint.]

[futariniousama]

[ Niou peers out the window briefly, then backs up a step to catch the item thrown. He inspects it thoughtfully.

Still over the phone, without raising his voice: ]

You want me to make you a rope or somethin' and pull you up, or what?

[reimprovise]

[within-- four organic, unsweetened flower nectar candies. he chuckles, light, and into the speaker:]

If only you hadn't gotten a haircut.

[futariniousama]

Like I'd let my wicked stepsister climb my lovely tresses, anyway.

[ He pops one of the candies into his mouth, peering down at Fuji again, but still speaking into the phone. ]

Maybe I should make you use the door like a normal person.