Answering Machine

[withoutverona]

"This is Romeo. If thou art a friend, my one wish is that this machine should capture your voice, so we might talk ere long; if thou art not, kindly leave me in peace."

BEEEEEEP.


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[withoutverona]

"Oddly particular bump on the head," Romeo said, already dismissing it as a misadventure in drunken and squirrel-addled dialing. "All right. Take care of yourself. I hope the metal and the music don't attack, or anything."

[bitchprince]

"The music attacked well enough last night, but I think it's been defeated," Arthur said, dryly. "I'll be fine--" Barring the horrible headache, "But thank you for your concern, and have a good day."

The implication was a better one than mine so far, please.