( voicemail - gargleblasted )

[grimreaping]

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voicemail;

[ineuphony]

Hey, Kid. It's just me. I'm just... calling to see how you're doing.

voicemail;

[grimreaping]

I'm all right. Still getting used to everything. What about you?

Re: voicemail;

[ineuphony]

I'm -- I'm...uh, okay.

voicemail;

[grimreaping]

[ pause ]

It's rather pointless for us to lie to each other, isn't it?

action; sorry this is late

[ineuphony]

[at home, maka is resting on the couch. by the looks of her, it can easily be mistaken that she may have fallen asleep on the couch. she's been feeling rather exhausted as of late. one simple chore leaves her body worn out and almost set her to a dizzy spell.]

[maybe she's getting a flu of some sort. last night, her body couldn't make up its mind if it wanted to be hold or cold. and today, she feels like not doing anything whatsoever(and she's actually pretty thankful that she has a sprain because there was no way she would go in for work with this feeling).]

[maka shifts in her bed and pulls the blanket(that she retrieved earlier from her room) more over herself, waiting for kid to come home from his work while watching tv.]

np!

[grimreaping]

[ it had been a very long day because there are no shortage of windows on the Thor, and as already established, Kid is neither expedient at this plus easily distracted... bit of a relief letting himself back into the cabin, hard day's work or something like that, at least until he sees Maka on the couch

there's a moment of uh-oh until her wan appearance sinks in ]

How are you feeling?

[ineuphony]

A little better.

[she sits up and keeps herself wrapped up in her blanket.]

How's work? Not too stressful, was it?

[grimreaping]

[ he hangs up his jacket neatly, and precisely in the middle of the closet ]

No. [ yes it totally was ] The work is enjoyable. Larsa helped me clean.

Is your wrist still hurting?

[ineuphony]

[writing in the living room.]

[grimreaping]

[ coming out of his room ]

You look intent on something.

[ineuphony]

Just doing the last bit of homework.

[grimreaping]

Homework? For what?

voicemail;

[halcyonism]

[ Even his voicemail must be neat and precise?! Wow. Larsa isn't sure whether to be surprised or unsurprised. But thinking about it isn't going to make for a neat and precise message; it'll only leave a few seconds of silence! So: ]

Kid? Whenever you're available, I'd like to ask you a question. If that's all right with you...?

Re: voicemail;

[grimreaping]

Hm? What is it, Larsa?

voicemail;

[halcyonism]

I haven't missed your birthday yet, have I?

Re: voicemail;

[grimreaping]

[ damn ]

... you have not.

voicemail;

[halcyonism]

[ This message is brought to you by children who stay up way past their bedtime! Enjoy the midnight greeting. It may be a bit long, but at least the timing is precise: ]

Happy birthday, Kid. I hope you're sleeping well by now.

I wanted to let you know that we can spend today doing whatever you like. Maka is free after three o'clock, so she'll join us then. We might even go to the planet if you feel up for it! Tsugumi Harudori is from your world as well, isn't she? If you'd like, we can bring her along as well. If she's here, then perhaps others from your world have also come. I truly hope that's the case.

I'll bring your present to you when I see you in the morning, all right? ...Today will be fun. I'll make sure of it.

Goodnight, Kid!

voicemail;

[grimreaping]

[ Kid was not sleeping, but when the message came in, he stops what he was doing to read it. Sitting on his bed in the darkness, he holds the Guide and lets the message play, and though he does not send a reply back, he definitely speaks it. ]

Thank you...