pullsheavendown | ♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

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What am I supposed to say to this thing?

[10 seconds pass]

I'm Roxas. This is my phone.

Not really. He's not even a man. He's just my age.

...is that so?

I was not aware.

[...crap.]

You're really interested for not knowing much about him.

I do believe the definition of interest is wishing to know more about which you know very little.

Unless you're the smartest person in the world, there's a lot you don't know. You can be interested in all of it.

Are you interested in anything, Roxas?

I'm interested in why you're really calling me.

Ah, but why should I be completely forthright with you when you and all of your colleagues constantly see fit to lie to me?

I've never even talked to you before.

Keeping things from me, then.

Which is impolite, at the very least.

What have I kept from you?

Oh come, Roxas.

Fishing for information is for the subtle. Axel was much more accomplished at it.

Who?

[ Aahhhh, he begins to chuckle.

The chuckling will continue for some short time. ]

[That is incredibly creepy, but Roxas bites down hard on his lip and waits for him to finish.]

It was a delight meeting you, Roxas.

I look forward to speaking with you in the future.

[That's enough for Roxas. He hangs up before Xehanort can.]