A Noble Death

[princess_frost]

The morning after her phone call to Bruce. Emma slipped downstairs, leaving a note next to the crushed corpse of the phone.

"Ghetto,
Phone died a noble death, I'm buying a new one.
The next man to call me 'Em' dies by my shiny little hands.

Love, Whitebread.
PS. I'm single. Also? Secretive and manipulative. Yey me."

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[felinegenetix]

When Max came home in the morning after committing a bit of handwavied catburglary, she found the note on the kitchen counter beside the demolished downstairs extention.

"Ouch." She winced, after quickly scanning the missive.

Tucking the note into her pocket, Max decided she'd better pick up a tub of Vanilla Caramel Fudge icecream and a box of kleenex on her grocery run.

Chances were, her homegirl was going to need a shoulder to cry on.