Voicemail

[longislandiceme]

Hey, you've reached Bobby Drake! Only not really 'cause I can't come to the phone right now. Sorry about that. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Unless your name is Scott Summers, in which case I won't call back just 'cause I know it'll annoy you. Kidding! Kidding! Scotty, I'll totally call back. Really.

Comments

[weetinyreese]

All of that calmness from Monday? Gone.

"Bobby? It's Kyle. Did you listen to the radio? I think I went on a date and I didn't even mean to! Um, what do I do?"

[weetinyreese]

"It's Kyle. I got your message the other day and...you're still not back. I told Professor Bond you had to go home. Call me when you get back."

[bamf_tastic]

"I'm sure you're nice, but I have NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE!!!"

[from here]

[longislandiceme]

and continued here!

[brat_inslayage]

[[from here!]]

"Whoa, whoa, hey! Telling me about your attributes? So not required. I mean, I kinda noticed, that one time we made out and all, but I'm pretty sure that shouldn't be happening again."

Pause.

"...though y'know, I gotta say, as offers to flash me go, that one was pretty creative."

[longislandiceme]

[and continued here and here!]

[exspeedydotcom]

"Look, I appreciate your concern and all, but you're right, you are one of the last people I want to talk to about this. I barely even know you. And I seriously, seriously doubt you've ever dealt with it before, kid, so just...back off, okay? And maybe think about keeping your mojo to yourself?"

((From here.))

[longislandiceme]

[and reply ended up here!]