31. [Audio]
[Dead air. For a while. And then Chris clears his throat.]
Um.
[More pausing.]
So I reckon this won't...this won't really go...all that well but...I just 'ave t'say it, I dunno.
[Pause. Man, Chris, do you want a little POST with your DEAD AIR?]
Ray....
...
Think it'd be easier if I wrote this out, maybe, dunno.
[A pause while he tries aaaaaand it's not.]
Okay, so I'm not a poof, first thing. I'm not. It don't work that way cos I like birds gen'rally, except, um...this...one....time...
With, um....Ray.
[Okay, that sounded awful. He's going to let it sit there for a while while he grasps desperately at what to possibly say next.
Except the silence takes on a life of its own and then he doesn't want to break it.
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.
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Eventually he coughs awkwardly.]
Anyway, I don't like just...leavin' it, yeah? Like....s--...like words behind things and that. Unsaid stuff. [He takes a breath.] So, um....the......um....so I s'pose usin' the 'love' word'd be...well, could be applied t'the situation. I-I-I reckon. Um. To Ray. On....my part. I mean....from me, like.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is apparently it. He waits a bit longer but he can't say anything else so he just says:]
Sorry.
[And then shuts off the device.]
[ooc: ...dear lord. This is what you get when you put this sort of curse on a super-repressed 70s guy.
ALSO because Mouse is the one deity he's had an awful lot of conversations with, he has left her an offering because he figures that is how you get things done in the City. It is a box of cupcakes (because she likes those, right?) with a note that says: "Can you make me and Ray work out cos I dont no how to do anything about this without messing up every thing." Obviously he sent it before the curse made him do THIS]
Um.
[More pausing.]
So I reckon this won't...this won't really go...all that well but...I just 'ave t'say it, I dunno.
[Pause. Man, Chris, do you want a little POST with your DEAD AIR?]
Ray....
...
Think it'd be easier if I wrote this out, maybe, dunno.
[A pause while he tries aaaaaand it's not.]
Okay, so I'm not a poof, first thing. I'm not. It don't work that way cos I like birds gen'rally, except, um...this...one....time...
With, um....Ray.
[Okay, that sounded awful. He's going to let it sit there for a while while he grasps desperately at what to possibly say next.
Except the silence takes on a life of its own and then he doesn't want to break it.
.
.
.
.
.
Eventually he coughs awkwardly.]
Anyway, I don't like just...leavin' it, yeah? Like....s--...like words behind things and that. Unsaid stuff. [He takes a breath.] So, um....the......um....so I s'pose usin' the 'love' word'd be...well, could be applied t'the situation. I-I-I reckon. Um. To Ray. On....my part. I mean....from me, like.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is apparently it. He waits a bit longer but he can't say anything else so he just says:]
Sorry.
[And then shuts off the device.]
[ooc: ...dear lord. This is what you get when you put this sort of curse on a super-repressed 70s guy.
ALSO because Mouse is the one deity he's had an awful lot of conversations with, he has left her an offering because he figures that is how you get things done in the City. It is a box of cupcakes (because she likes those, right?) with a note that says: "Can you make me and Ray work out cos I dont no how to do anything about this without messing up every thing." Obviously he sent it before the curse made him do THIS]