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~]

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes.]

This isn't about them. This is about you, dummy. I don't want you to have anything to regret. You have things you want to do back home, don't you?

... and don't talk like you're not going back. You are. ... eventually.

[A pause.]

... but I think I'm starting to know. [The slightest smile.] Maybe.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Who knows for sure? We don't know anything about this place. We might live here for the next 10 years.

[...He grins at that.]

Hey, well. Milord wouldn't be defeated by anything so puny as a dragon. I have no doubts my promise was fulfilled.

[...]

I don't have any regrets now. And...it's fine, to not have a reason to go back, I suppose.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[. . .

There's a sharp exhale and she runs a hand through her hair in an exhausted matter.]

You're way too much. Maybe I should've told you to get out.

[Another noise of complaint and she flops back on the bed. This is not counter-productive to the start of their day.]

It wouldn't have been nearly as hard. [. . .] Alright, maybe that's a lie.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

...That's just what I think. Take it or leave it, Saya.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[A slight smirk.]

Don't you think I would've left it by now if it was an available option?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I can say the same, you know.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that.]

This doesn't sound so temporary anymore, Matthew.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He peers up at her from through messy bangs. Bedhead. Heh.]

Does it need to be?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She sits up and considers the question for a moment. Then she gives him a smile.]

I don't have a problem with it being permanent if you don't.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[And he flops back onto the bed also, pausing and looking at the ceiling with an odd smile.]

Then I don't see any problems.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... pshft. She rolls over and hovers over him, raising an eyebrow.]

Great! Then we're stuck together. If you're against it, speak now or forever hold your peace-- 'cause well, I actually have just one complaint.

My new permanent partner didn't get us breakfast, did he?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[An arched eyebrow.]

I said I wouldn't leave, didn't I?

Might as well get breakfast together, in that case, wouldn't you say?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Was that it? She laughs and gives him a smile, a genuinely happy one, despite her teasing.]

Nice save. How sappy, Matthew.

[Then she moves off the bed, taking his hands and tugging him up to stand along with her.]

Then let's go. We have things to do today~

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Pulled up--well, he pushes him up as well, standing easily.]

Right, right. We have things to do every day. But lead the way.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

We actually have productive things to do today, I meant.

[She sticks her tongue out at him and opens up the window.]

I'd lead if I knew where we were going. What're we eating anyway?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. You're the expert on breakfast, aren't you? Pick something.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I actually have a sweet tooth at the moment!

[. . .]

Can we make something, do you think?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Cheekily--]

So long as it isn't eggs.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, you're doing something this time too.

[And so she heads out the window.]

One of your apartments! Shirayuki would be upset if I messed up the kitchen.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He follows out the window quickly, taking once again to the rooftops.]

Yes, alright. What exactly are we making, again? Something sweet...?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yet satisfying!

[She follows after. Hmmm!]

Oh! How about dango? Let's make dango!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Dango...

[Racking his mind for details--oh.]

That stuff Naoya likes. What is it, exactly?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well...

They're like these squishy chewy ball things! Aaaallll skewered on one stick. Like a shishkabob! But not quite so fruity.

[She's making hand gestures if it helps any--]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Not at all.]

I somehow don't think I'll get to know what you mean until we make them. You know what ingredients we'll need, I assume?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yep! I got the chance to watch some people make 'em before.

[She pauses on the rooftop they're on.]

Think we can temporarily split so you're not stuck looking like you just woke up and I'll get the ingredients?