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Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep] |
[voice]
Date: 2017-05-09 09:46 pm (UTC)So I have been told, but... hm.
[voice]
Date: 2017-05-09 10:06 pm (UTC)Am just saying, either he needs to get his collective shit together or he fucks off. If he's going to threaten you and beat some other guy to a bloody pulp, it's only a matter of time before he goes even further, whether it's on you or someone else.
[After all, Rey knows the type when she sees one. She is that type.]
[voice]
Date: 2017-05-09 10:21 pm (UTC)[His tone is quiet agreement rather than deflection. He seems to be considering this.]
I will do some thinking and inform him of my decision. Thank you, Miss Rey. Truly.
[voice]
Date: 2017-05-10 12:26 am (UTC)[Seriously, don't. She'd rather see how this pans out.]
If he gives you shit, just say so. That way you can keep people you like out of it. [Since she's assuming that he didn't explain all this to her because they're friends.]
[voice]
Date: 2017-05-10 12:50 am (UTC)[Not that he doesn't like Miss Rey -- he always found her company to be fairly interesting back in the jungle, actually -- but he knows she'd be safer handling a fire-conjuring Forest Folk than his ice-covered partner.]