Voicemail Post

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey. This is Atton. If you're getting this, I'm either not around or I can't tell you where I am, so leave a message and I'll figure out if I want to get back to you."

Beep.

Comments

[myownface]

Well, now I've got to try. Cherry or blueberry? Where's the Hawk right now? I'm gonna DO THIS.

Yes, arguing about Pop Tart delivery with Portalocity customer service was Sparkle's new game plan for the rest of the day. It would be awesome.

[suitably_heroic]

Cherry. The Hawk's on Dxun right now, probably not a big target, but we're heading back to Citadel Station after this, Atton texted him. Probably should be able to get something there.

[myownface]

Sweet. If you don't arrive there to like four boxes of cherry Pop Tarts then my mission was a failure and I'll stock you up on double that next time you make it out this way.

That would do, right?

I will resort to yodeling on the phone at the gnome if I have to in order to get them to crack.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton cracked a slight smile.

Hey, I'm not going to stop you if you decide to drop them off personally, either, he wrote.

It was Citadel Station. They'd probably be fine.

[myownface]

... That WOULD involve a lot less yodeling.

You were really good at this temptation thing, Atton. Sparkle was already googling weekend Portalocity ticket prices.

[suitably_heroic]

Well, there you go, Atton wrote. We're taking off tonight, if this news about Onderon's right.

[myownface]

Yeah? Well, you tell me when to meet you there, man, and I so will.

With the aforementioned Pop Tarts and probably some real food besides.

[suitably_heroic]

Tomorrow morning. I could do poptarts for breakfast.

That sounded ridiculously good right now, actually.