MAILBOX; inbox

[shoubai]

WELCOME

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 ]

Comments

P H O N E

[shoubai]

[keepcalmandbomb]

It's not telemarketers, it's Katsura.

[ pause. it's too obvious it's spent frowning intently into the telephone ]

It's been volumes, has it not? Now that we ended up living on the same street, it would be a shame not to hang out a little more often. I bought a new set of UNO last week.

[ another long break. as an afterthought; ]

Or you could come over some time. Both of you, perhaps. It could even be like a formal dinner party! Considering this is most likely the only marriage you will ever have, you should enjoy the perks while you can.

[ beep beep beep ]

1/2

[shoubai]

THIS WILL NOT BE THE ONLY MARRIAGE IN MY LIFE, ZURAKIIII!!!

[shoubai]

[ you're a terrible friend, zura ]

Would the gorilla object to having yet another known terrorist spending time under his gorilla sanctuary roof? Aa? A dinner party's all well and good, but it won't be much of a party if my "wife" spends most of it receiving threats of death, incarceration, or legal charges against his person.

[keepcalmandbomb]

It's not Zuraki, it's Katsura. Ah, is it nice to live in a fantasy? Even though you wear actual modern pants, I am not so sure there is a woman who would find you to be husband material on either side of the Milky Way. Perhaps if you did not ***** out every other night...

[ ahhahahah you should see how he's treated by Gintoki on daily basis, perhaps it jaded his understanding of friendship forever ]

Ah, but the same applies if my "husband" is the one receiving death or incineration at the hands of your spouse.

[ because who has times for threats when there's chance for action ]

The house belongs to me just as much. If you do not trust them to act under a peace treaty, however, the gorilla can be taken out back or to see his dirty band of monkeys in the neighborhood.

(post-event)

[whizbangs]

[RING RING PLEASE PICK UP]

[shoubai]

[ sadsfdg what what hello hi he nearly dropped his phone TWICE trying to answer. ]

Hello? Hello??

[whizbangs]

Sakamoto? It's me, are you back?

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

[half an hour later callin' back ring a ling]

Re: P H O N E

[shoubai]

[ at least this time he doesn't half-fumble the damn thing into his coffee. ]

Carol?

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

Hey. They're fine, Lily and the others. Any luck yet with Nill?

[she sounds tense again. for different reasons, at least.]

IDK shortly after that post i guess

[heartboobs]

Hey. I know this could be pointless, but are you really... gone? Did something really happen? Please answer if you're there.

several long hours after said post

[shoubai]

oh hello amuro-san
im right here of course

[heartboobs]

[Uh...]

Oh

voicemail; october 6th

[badbite]

( it's not really a call so much as a voicemail, and the contents of the voicemail is really nothing but the quiet sound of a little girl sobbing as she clutches the phone tightly to her person, blubbering, )

T-Tatsuma. . . . d-don't be d-d-d—( a breathless shudder; ) T-T-Tatsumaaaa. . . .

( it continues, on and on until the call times out. )

Re: voicemail; october 6th; a few hours later

[shoubai]

Lily? Lily, it's me. I'm very much alive!

call;

[badbite]

Ta - Tatsuma! He said you were dead! He said -

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

[long, long hours after she'd promised to call him, after it was all over and done--

RING RING.]

Re: P H O N E

[shoubai]

[ it's a call he'd been expecting, one he answers with no little relief. ]

Hello? Carol?

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

Hey.

[she sounds tired, a little raw, a little strange (painkillers, what a wonder).]

Toldja I'd check in. Here I am.

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

[a little while before midnight, a few hours after this. the lateness of the hour doesn't really register, though; she's too deep inside her own head.

ring ring.]

Re: P H O N E

[shoubai]

Hellllo?

[ he sounds loose, relaxed, odd for all these stressful little things cropping up this week.

above all, it may be noted, he sounds almost slurred. ]

Cckharol?

Re: P H O N E

[whizbangs]

[she hears it, maybe because she's always half-listening for it, behind that warm voice and that stupid, sunny laughter.

the knot in her chest twists tighter. she's so wrung-out, so tired she could cry.]

Please don't be doing this again, not now.

[slushfund]

[and the phone starts a-ringin'.]

[shoubai]

[ he picks it up quickly enough. not too hard, considering it's on his desk, only a foot away. he's at work for once, buried in a paper mountain and half of it senseless doodles in between the actual work itself.

what a trooper. ]

Hello!