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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[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

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

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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.

IC/OOC ???

[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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[1776ftw.livejournal.com]

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