OOC/IC ● VOICEMAIL

[straying]

Well, looks like you've reached the voicemail of Saya Minatsuki, which means I'm kinda busy. Sorry about that. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP!

[a bit of a laugh followed by a click!]

[ooc: You know the drill, don't you? :D Leave a message for either Saya or me (the mun) here~ Just mark it as IC or OOC to avoid any confusion~]

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[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

Um, Saya-chan...?

[HI, SAYA, YOU'RE BEING CALLED. Better pick up before he changes his mind and decides he's too embarrassed to see this call through.]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[.... hm! This is unexpected.]

Hey Billy, what's up?

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[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

[... His barely-there confidence in this is already slipping away.]

C-Can I ask you something?

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[....... cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. ;;]

Shoot.

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[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

[DURING THE. PIRATE. SHIP. THING. YEAH.]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... yeah, it's not that hard to imagine what few things would be able to pull Obi away from Zen on a haunted ship. Even easier to figure it out if he doesn't want her to tell Zen.]

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[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

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[nogreenapples.livejournal.com]

Saya...

[ Sigh. Holding up the can of whipped cream totally rocket science are you kidding. ]

How do you open this..? I haven't seen anything like it before.

[1/2]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... words. She doesn't have any. Not to mention she's kind of too busy trying to smother her laughter.

That would leave her SFC unattended.]

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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand in the perfect position for Matthew to snatch it up and grin.]

Oh, Shirayuki. The whipped cream is a lot more complicated than it looks.

[He found that out the hard way.]

It's convenient [To shoot people with] after you figure it out, though.

If you just press down on the side of the dispensing part, it'll come out.

[So good at explaining this, yep.]

[nogreenapples.livejournal.com]

[ ... I should've seen this tag team coming, huh. ]

Hey Matthew. [ Looking at the can. ] Dispensing part?

[ Just. Turning it all around in her hand. What. jkashd. ]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Yes. You should have.]

At the top. And don't point it at your face when you do so, alright?

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[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[... Hi Saya. C:





... She may or may not be finding a note in her apartment with Train's trademark cat doodle on it. It's his way of telling her "HA I FOUND OUT."

/o/]

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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He's very careful about this. Extremely careful to call at a ridiculous hour when she'd be asleep or not have her SFC on her.

...

He's torn. The things he said...while harsh, were true. But they also weren't fair. Saya is who she is, and much like Leila, arguing with her about it solved absolutely nothing.

Leila.

That's who he is thinking of now. He realized it as the hours without her dragged on, as Saya was off doing who knew what against creatures that could kill her with no problem.

What if she died? What if she died and...the last thing he told her was those cruel words he did? Leila died and the last words from him had been "You have to come meet my parents". He could never come out and say it clearly, could he? It was a failing of his. And now...well. He's determined to not make that mistake again. He can't be an idiot again.

But he also can't face up to that guilt of letting Billy die, of being too weak to protect anyone that he cares about. Oh, he's so clever, opening doors, oh so clever with those nimble fingers of his, but when it comes down to it...Well, he always fails when it matters most.

The feed clicks on and he takes a breath.]

...You...

I'm glad that you're alive.

...You don't have to change what you are. No matter how dangerous it might be. I...

[He's sorry. But--before he chokes up and before he loses that tenuous edge of calm--

Click!]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[The message sat in her inbox for the longest time. It didn't go unlistened to- No, as soon as she saw that she missed a call from Matthew, she immediately went to check what it was about.

And to her, that was the problem. Always too eager for him.

So she listened. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. As time went on, the repeat count continued to build.

Finally, she dares to contact him back. Who knew how much time had passed? She certainly didn't.

So it started with attempted texts.



Every single one was a miss. None were sent. She thought it would be easier that way, but she couldn't find the words. But didn't she always think better on her feet?

So she calls. It doesn't matter whether he picks up or not, because she's not looking for a conversation this way.

There's a long pause, and then finally she grasps at some words, her voice a little hoarse from unuse.]

Window's open.

[Would he come? Or would he be playing lone wolf again, like always? Did she even really need to see him? Or did she want to see him? Was it okay for her to want to see him? Shouldn't they just break it off now?

No, this was stupid, what was she doing? She had to give up on their relationship, give up on him, give up on everything.]

... please?

[Click!]

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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[When he receives the call, he spends a long moment staring at the SFC.

What is he even supposed to think of that? What...what is he doing? When did he start caring so much? He can hardly think these days--the past couple of days have really, really taken their toll on him, and his discussion with Naoya did not go unmarked either.

He's confused, a little befuddled, and he doesn't even know why.

...because in the end, the main reason for his anger is gone--Saya didn't die. She's alive.

He goes.

The window is open, hm? Well. Some physical exercise won't do him harm in that state. The night air is something he clings to as familiar as he darts across rooftops. It's not that he's in a hurry, but rather that he needs the exertion to keep his mind off of things.

Of course. Probably.

He pulls himself up and through the window not long later and...simply stands there.

What now? A plan might have been a good idea.]

IC [forever tl;dr asdflkj and action. that too.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[. . . It would've been nice for both of them.

But while she was so preoccupied arguing with herself, it didn't occur to her to think out her words. All she can recall is asking him to come over- perhaps it was even more like pleading with him.

So when he arrives, she tilts her head. He's actually there. ... and it takes her a moment to think about why she's so surprised. Didn't they always do this?

... oh. Of course. She thought he'd left her for good.

The first noise out of her is a laugh. A genuinely amused one at that. From her spot on the bed, she brings hand up over part of her face as she takes a moment to just... laugh.

She'd always hated how good he was at taking her by surprise. Always hated how good he was at making her happy. Always hated how he ended up catching her off-guard and defying her expectations in the best way possible.

Mmm. Wasn't this why she needed to break things off?

It's short-lived laughter, surprisingly genuine as it was. She grins at him, though it's an incredulous one. Cursed to wearing her heart on her sleeve.]

You actually came.

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[1776ftw.livejournal.com]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[. . . snerk]

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[1776ftw.livejournal.com]

[JESUS CHRIST WHY IS HIS SFC VIBRATING, replying with video now]

... What I do?

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[nogreenapples.livejournal.com]

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[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

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[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]