The Abode of Valentine and Naminé, Monday Evening

[importantman]

Valentine had gone and gotten himself a job

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[the_merriest]

Rikku could get different ring tones for everybody who called her cell. But that would kill the surprise. What fun would that be?

"Hellooooooooooooooo?"

[importantman]

"Well, hulloooooooo, yourself." Valentine was going to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment. Just in case. Better safe than sorry, after all.

Rikku had herself an impressive set of lungs when she was excited, he remembered.

[the_merriest]

"Valentine!!!!!"

Pulling the phone away was a very smart move. Full marks on that.

"How are you!? How've you been!?? You never sent me your number! Dude! Hi! How are you!?! HI!"

[importantman]

That there, that was a chuckle which started off faint and grew a little stronger as the receiver was returned to the side of his head.

"I've been doing well, Rikku. Brighton is a very different place from Fandom, mind you. A little more grey, far fewer trees. The cupcakes haven't filled me with a desire to direct anything lately." He considered for a moment, and then murmured conspiratorially into the phone. "I think the gulls on the waterfront are out to get me."

They always eyed him oddly when he had fish and chips.

"How have you been? Has Fandom been treating you well?"

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka still wasn't entirely comfortable with the concept of telephones. All the same, answering them properly wouldn't be any fun.

"Thank you for calling the Magical Awesomeful House of Fish! If you'd like a fish, just make a wish!"

[importantman]

"And what if I wish for a bathtub of fish? One can never have too many fish, you know. Except for those untrustworthy sorts."

It was important to have this matter cleared up before actual conversation could take place.

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka frowned. That voice was VERY familiar... He was sure to recognize it eventually.

"Yeah, you know how those fish can be -- one moment they're in a bathtub, and the next they're all... untrustworthy on you and stuff. ...But we don't have any of the untrustworthy sort. I checked."

[importantman]

"Not even the flying untrustworthy ones? Those are the worst, you know." Valentine cracked a grin and shook his head. "They get away from you so very easily, and then all you're left with are the non-whip low-fat soy lattes that they were hiding, and even those are terribly fishy, afterward."

[inthereflexes]

Jack was trying to juggle. Trying to juggle and almost got it and why does it keep flying off like that and hey--oh. right. One of those Sell Phones. Cellular. Which didn't make sense, because it didn't look like that bacteria thing from the microscope, but who the hell thought they'd kill the Camaro so it was fine that this place did not make sense. "Hello?"

[importantman]

"I bet you still can't juggle," Valentine casually informed the voice on the other end of the phone.

Yes, he'd called Jack simply to mock him for lacking hand-eye coordination. He was thoughtful that way.

[inthereflexes]

"I'm getting better," he declared. Once he got the phone situated the right way. "Up to four now. Easy."

He had only tried four once.

[importantman]

"Ah, very good," Valentine mused. "Then I suppose you won't be needing any advice that a seasoned juggler might have to offer."

Valentine did indeed have advice. And it was good advice. Really.