015 - Short and Sweet

[thinkb4ublink]

[Sigh] Go on then.

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[ooouuuuuch.livejournal.com]

Phone home.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Nobody there. [And that's not depressing at all, is it?]

[ooouuuuuch.livejournal.com]

Phone home. Phone home.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Why don't you annoy the kid with the red hoodie? He knows the number! Shoo!

[ooouuuuuch.livejournal.com]

Ouuuuuch

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[likealittlecoat.livejournal.com]

Good evening, Ray.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[Pause as he decides whether to respond. He's not Ray so. A shrug and he doesn't.]

[likealittlecoat.livejournal.com]

I know many approximate things, Ray. For instance, I know you're stuck on... The Boat.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

So you actually know bugger all, not even my bleedin' name.

[likealittlecoat.livejournal.com]

It's not Ray?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Nope!

[likealittlecoat.livejournal.com]

Ronald, then?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

I'm not tellin' some dopey dipstick over the communicator my name!