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*

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[somethingwithturquoise]

For a brief flicker of a moment, Summer thought about retyping all that stuff she'd deleted a million times over and just letting it all out, but as soon as the flicker sparked, it was quickly extinguished by the firm belief that if she did all of that? Seivarden would probably just stare at it and slowly back the fuck away and never talk to her again. And she wouldn't blame her. Who would want to deal with, like, any of her bullshit? No one with half a brain, if you asked her...

I'm good.

thanks.

And now? Classic deflection time.

what about u, tho? u good?

[1000yearstoolate]

I'm fine.

Then:

Actually, I'm not. But I have two boxes of arrack at home.

Then:

That was a joke.

Then:

Not that I have it, I mean.