Voicemail / Disclaimer

[myownface]

"I get my own phone? I get my own PHONE. You have GOT to realize that's going to mean you'll get my voicemail all the time, right? I mean, they can't hand me my own PHONE and then expect me to not use it, so leave a message on my voicemail for me and I'll get back to you, unless I don't. And if that's the case I guess you're going to have to try again later, aren't you? Hah!"

BEEP!

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[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

So. Karina had heard radio and she knew why it was Sparkle's last day at Demon Marcus for a while, so he was getting a text. It was like she cared or something but shhh, don't tell.

Don't screw up. You'll be fine.

Those were possibly contradictory sentences. Karina didn't care.

[myownface]

Sparkle wasn't entirely convinced that he'd be fine, but he did manage to catch his portal on time that morning and he wasn't drooling on himself, so he figured he was off to a good start.

So far we've just done orientation stuff and vocal warmups. Managed to dodge the screwing-up bullet so far.

Key words: So far.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Mm-hm.

Should I congratulate you? I suppose I could find the effort to do so.

See? Effort! Right there. If you squinted.

[myownface]

I wouldn't say no...

Sparkle would take all of the congratulations he could get.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Fine.

Could he feel how put upon she was?

Congratulations!

A truly obnoxious line of emoticons followed that. Just to, you know, drive the point home. You're welcome, Sparkle.

[myownface]

Didn't phones have, like, a whole section in the text entry area to select emotes from? Sparkle blinked at the text, and then had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing in the middle of one of the instructors going over some basic improv games.

I want to print that text out and frame it on my wall. I feel so loved!

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina's phone was special! He had no idea the amount of trouble it had taken her to get basic texting available on it given that texting didn't exist in her world and she was stubbornly clinging to her phone. From her world.

Bite her, Sparkle.

Oh god. You would. Please don't.

[myownface]

Okay. You've convinced me.

And then, two minutes later...

Looking up printing prices for t-shirts now.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

I am never talking to you again.

A beat.

And will deny ever sending that text.

[myownface]

Your number is right on it! It's got your name and e-mail, too, since you're in my contact list.

This was how Sparkle showed he cared. By tormenting poor Karina from across state lines.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

It's a lie! You hacked it in or something!

Because that would be convincing, right?

[myownface]

Photoshop at best.

Which he'd totally pirated.

But you can't see the pixels!

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

But I know they're there!

Though, thinking about it, Karina wasn't sure how that would help her case at all. Shush.

How busy are you right now? Am I interrupting class?

[myownface]

It's more introduction exercises. We're going around the circle for each teacher. Get to share a bit about ourselves. I've already convinced three people that my real name is Pineapple.

Because they refused to believe it was Sparkle. Losers.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Pineapple, huh?

Karina couldn't help a smile at that.

Did you know that pineapple is the only fruit that, when you eat it, it'll eat you back?

Because random trivia made everything better.

Suits you.

Also, it gave her another chance to tease him.

[myownface]

Acid, right? That stuff'll make your teeth buzz for hours if you eat too much at once.

And if you messed with Sparkle, he might even knock your teeth out of your head! Seemed fitting.

Plus the whole spiky top thing.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure the spiky top counts. Since it isn't natural to you.

[myownface]

Sparkle took a moment to consider that.

Fair enough. And I wouldn't want people thinking that they could grow a new me by planting the top of my head in a bucket of dirt or something.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Why would people want to grow a new you?

Karina was honestly curious about that.

I mean, it'd be a waste of the the one we've got.

[myownface]

I dunno, raising a Sparkle Army would be kind of cool. If I didn't need the top of my head. I guess?

He was overthinking this now.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

The worst part was, now she was seriously thinking about it.

... It would put a whole new spin on that non-profit thing a future me had. Sparkle Plenty suddenly seems a lot more ominous a name...

[myownface]

You'd pretty much need a charity just to keep all the Sparkles fed.

Otherwise they'd all take off and steal things. Which he could get behind!

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. I could afford all of you. I'm going to rule the world.

Confidence was not a trait she lacked, no.

The thing is, I don't know what I'd do with all of you. One is enough of a pain for me.

[myownface]

Put me to work! World rulers need make-up, wardrobe, speech-writers... maybe don't put me to work as a speech-writer.

That could lead only to pain.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That long wait time for her next text was definitely because Karina was staring at her phone in horror.

Him? As a speech-writer? She'd be doomed.

I'll write my own speeches! she finally responded. Because no. But it's true that I could probably find uses for all of you, if I gave it enough thought...

Which was kinda creepy.