Summer's Voicemail.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."

*BEEEEEEEP*

Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

They wouldn't be wearing it tonight! The formalwear would not be in any danger until tomorrow!

So many sighs.

5;30?

[stykera]

He was a little slow on the uptake sometimes, Summer!

But he maybe felt those sighs all the way over in the dressing room at Pixie Dust.

in the morning?

Slow, sometimes, but maybe not unteachable.

[somethingwithturquoise]

no

Even if he was trying to be cute now after bombing that last offer, that was a disgustingly early time, Stark, she was not getting up that early. Only psychopaths got up before six.

[stykera]

good its still dark then its much better to be in bed that early

Swing and a miss, Stark. Big miss.

we could have dinner? or lunch late?

[somethingwithturquoise]

no ive actually got some stiff to do tomorrow

Stuff she was going to make up on a second, but also, like, she was pretty busy, there was probably something!

just come pick me up around 5;30 ill be ready ❤

[stykera]

Stark's thrill at the pink suit had entirely fled as he came to the sinking realization that he had, in fact, Frelled That Up.

i'll be there

A few moments later

but if you change your mind...

[somethingwithturquoise]

An admirable attempt, Stark, but that door had closed.

youll be the first to know

[stykera]

i'll keep my phone on

He almost always did.

See you tomorrow...