Voicemail

[thishouseishaunted]

"Hi, you've reached Mae, I guess. I don't know, cellphones don't work back home. I've never actually had my own voicemail before.

You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."

*BEEP*

Comments

Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

A signature was also just kind of unnecessary. Nina was Nina, even in written form.

"Jelly monster!" Mae greeted, as she saw Foomy. "Oh my god, GLOVES!" She picked them up, putting on one each of the black and red ones, and then wishing she had more hands for the gray.

No way in hell was she ever wearing these to "civilized" class.

"Do you talk?" she asked Foomy. "If you talk, tell Nina I said thanks! And . . . I guess feel better? I heard her on the radio. She sounded gross."

Then she sort of awkwardly tried to pat Foomy on the head. Because who didn't want to try patting a jelly monster?

Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon

[bookbeltof_love]

Just imagine the mess her fanfic writing was! Sure, her reports were pristine pinnacles of proper grammar and punctuation but her recreational writing was…

Something else.

Foomy burbled something that could be an agreement about letting his human know. Or just a cheerful sort of resignation to the fact that he was getting patted.

He didn't really mind, was the thing, especially since he was being talked to reasonably but still. Patting.

Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

That was fair.

"Okay." Mae straightened up, admiring her new handwear again. "Thanks again, little jelly dude. See you around."

Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon

[bookbeltof_love]

Foomy shook himself out and, with a cheerful burbling farewell, rolled off on his way.