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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Comments

[myownface]

So, let's hope nobody ever does something that causes you to show that worst side. I'm angry like all the time. Helps with the not getting too pissed off later. Ish.

There was a long pause, and then he added,

However bad it is, I'm not afraid of you. So.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina sighed, her shoulders slumping, and she was glad Sparkle wasn't there to actually, you know, see her.

I'm afraid of me.

[myownface]

Fair enough. For what it's worth, I'm afraid of me, too.

Of course, he'd proven time and time again that if anyone had just cause to be afraid of the stupid shit that Sparkle did, it was Sparkle himself.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

What a sorry pair we are.

That was flippant mostly because Karina had absolutely zero inclination to even begin to explain what she was afraid of.

[myownface]

Pretty sad, yeah. But at least we're in good company.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Go practise, she texted back. Do your best.

Then, just so he wouldn't do something stupid like worry that she was just brooding, Karina added: I think I might go see if there's a place to skate somewhere around here.

She didn't have far to look, with the ocean in front of her.