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MAILBOX; inbox
House 1411
"Hello? Hello?? I'm sorry, there's nobody home right now. [ obnoxious peal of laughter: go ]
Ahh, that's right! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Right? That's how it goes? Aha, no telemarketers, please!
If you run up my bill, I'll have to ask you to pay the extra costs.
[ BEEP ]
Re: audio;
[she cuts herself off with a noise, small and strangled, and carol wonders if this will be it. three months, will this be the thing that makes her cry?]
It does something. Breaks something in him. I couldn't find him, I don't know what to do.
Re: audio;
[ a pause, tense, breathless. ]
Carol, this isn't anything we can fix.
[ like the war, like japan. like the amanto.
like shinsuke. ]
Re: audio;
[because she knows, she already knows.
a sob forces its way out of her, rips itself from her against her will, and carol bites hard into the soft back of her hand to stop any more following, the pain sharp and awful (in her hand and in her chest).]
Don't.
Re: audio;
[ he won't, likely won't even remember this call until later. worry has the wheel, urgency and impulse the reins.
his priority now is some ginger little shit with an alleged headwound and a poor head for keeping out of trouble. ]
Re: audio;
[click.
the phone drops into her lap and carol tries to breathe, tries to will herself not to break down. it's been coming for a long time, it's going to hit sooner or later, but not now.
every ounce of strength she has right now, she has to hold onto it, has to keep it for him.]