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

[suitably_heroic]

Facepalm. Why did you hit a wall, you idiot?

[myownface]

... See if I could?

It seemed like sound reasoning to Sparkle.

[suitably_heroic]

You can't tell me you didn't know how that was going to end.

[myownface]

I am going out of my mind in this little DC apartment with only a cat to keep me company and that is the most excitement I've had besides texting with you since the sandwich. I have no regrets.

His knuckles did. Sparkle didn't.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton raised an eyebrow. It's starting to sound like I need to be taking YOU out for a drink. Knowing my luck, we might even get some Sith involved, and you'll get all that boredom out of your system in no time at all.

[myownface]

Aww, Atton knew just what to say to get Sparkle appreciating his situation again!

Hard to be bored when you're actively trying not to die, granted...

[suitably_heroic]

I had to take some Sith big-wig on head to head just a couple of hours ago, Atton said. Wandering around a giant Sith tomb bursting with the dark side. I wasn't that bored, no.

[myownface]

Next time you get arrested by a Jedi Inquisitor, just come to drama camp with me instead, man. God.

See how better off he would be? SEE?

[suitably_heroic]

I probably would've spent less time locked up, Atton agreed. And being locked up is a real pain in the rear.

[myownface]

Don't I know it. Food's better here too, I bet.

Sandwiches!

[suitably_heroic]

You have sandwiches, Atton said. I've got whatever we manage to scrape up from the Mandalorians around here.

[myownface]

Somehow, that doesn't sound super appetizing. I wonder how far Portalocity will ship Pop Tarts...

He would try, Atton. Don't think for an instant that he wouldn't.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, if you can get any to the Hawk, I'd appreciate it, Atton wrote. Haven't had a decent meal in weeks.

[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.