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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*
You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."
*BEEP*
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 09:10 pm (UTC)fanficwriting 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
Date: 2020-01-30 09:14 pm (UTC)"Okay." Mae straightened up, admiring her new handwear again. "Thanks again, little jelly dude. See you around."
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 09:19 pm (UTC)