♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

[pullsheavendown]

What am I supposed to say to this thing?

[10 seconds pass]

I'm Roxas. This is my phone.

Comments

voicemail;

[theprobator.livejournal.com]

[just a lone kid and a pile of books... Old Man Balding sort of counts as a living book, too, really.]

Come on, then. Prove that you're the better Ventus. [there's a good reason for this. it isn't like Vanitas could discern any light or darkness within Roxas out on the baseball diamond-- the way he sees it, he's sitting on a possible two potential candidates for his, ehm... plans.]

voicemail;

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[His life, so hard. If he tried being nice, he could be friends with the Never Was clan.]

I'm not Ventus and he's not me. I don't have anything to prove, and I don't have time for this. [Sora outranks Vanitas in terms of importance.]

voicemail;

[theprobator.livejournal.com]

[ew, no, you guys have body odor.]

Busy, then. I think I know why.

voicemail;

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

I doubt that.

voicemail;

[theprobator.livejournal.com]

Keep telling yourself that.

Be ready. I'm not going to give you a second warning.

voicemail;

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

I don't need one. Like I said; I'm not afraid of you.

voicemail;

[theprobator.livejournal.com]

[condescending laughter at the comeback is the last thing you'll hear on his end of this little conversation, Roxas. enjoy. set it as your ringtone, even.]