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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

Comments

[infomodder]

[Said dumb notdad manages to pick up just before it would make sense for a machine to say he was busy or the other party to hang up, and he sounds a little out of breath when he finally answers.]

What's up?

[It's funny, because people trying to be funny about that question sometimes answer with the sky and she can't because she's Skye.

It's funny.

In a dumb notdad way.]

[hackitude]

[God she can't even with you, Will Graham.]

I got your present. It was great. ... Thank you.

I think generally the tradition goes though that the person moving house is the one who's supposed to get the presents, though.

[infomodder]

[He'll be here all week, try the veal—or don't. No. Don't try the veal.]

You're welcome. [He should stop what he's doing and talk, not try talking over ripping up boxes, right? Yes. That's polite. He can take a break.] Doesn't matter because it has nothing to do with the tradition of moving houses. I'd been looking for something and came across those and...timing was right. That's all.

[hackitude]

Aww. You're gonna spoil me, Mr. G.

... So. What's with the sudden move, anyway?

[infomodder]

It's not really sudden. Been planning it for a while, just didn't announce it. Not really that important.

[As in, he's not important enough to merit announcing it like some might, and he doesn't want to be.]

We're still getting you set up for your GED. I can be in Heropa whenever you need me.

[hackitude]

You're sweet.

So, am I allowed to throw you a house-warming party? Please say yes.

[infomodder]

[Compliments!!!

But that question, nope. No. No? NO. He's not the host of the Baltimore crew.]

The answer is no. I'm not—it's just a move. Don't need a party. We're not party people, me and my roommate. It's...party of two here. And whoever stops by, if people swing by. No parties.

[hackitude]

All right, but you don't know what you're missing out on.

Who's your roommate?

[infomodder]

Missing out on a party, which is...not missing out, in my book.

[It's winning.]

And her name's Bader. You know her?

[hackitude]

You say that now, but only because you've never been to one of my parties. We play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly at my parties.

And no, I can't say we've met. Is she a friend, or... a friend?

[infomodder]

[A friend or a friend—joke's on Skye, Will has no friends of any kind.]

She's a roommate. [And a talking wolf.] I'd rather play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly without the party.

[hackitude]

Okay then. You're on, it's a date. Board games, my place, next weekend. Bring a friend.

[infomodder]

[A date.]

I can't think of anyone to bring, so if that's a requirement, then. No date.

[♫ He's Mister Lonely
He has no one to call his ownnnnnnnnnnnn ♫]

[hackitude]

I know you hang out with people other than me. You're not getting out of it that easy.

[infomodder]

That doesn't mean they're the type to enjoy getting to play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly.

[He's thinking of a certain friend and it

does not

work.

Maybe Sasha? Or Annie?

Teenagers!]

You know how us old people are.

[Rescued it?]

[hackitude]

Okay. Well. I don't care, pick someone or I'll rifle through your communications on the network myself and just pick whoever you seem to like at random and invite them on my own.

[DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE IT UP TO CHANCE, WILL.]

[infomodder]

[Oh Lord, who has he talked to that...]

All right, all right. [DRAMATIC PAUSE] I'll bring Freddie Lounds.

[Well done, kiddo.]

[hackitude]

... I said friend, not mortal enemy.

[infomodder]

[She almost gets a laugh. Almost! Oh, what he doesn't know.]

That was you that screwed up Tattlecrime, wasn't it?

[hackitude]

I'm offended you even have to ask.

[infomodder]

Didn't have to ask, but it's nice to know for certain.

[And very appreciated, if the gift and his tone of voice are anything to go by.]

It's never looked better. Ever.

[hackitude]

You flatterer. You're just saying that to butter me up.

[Her tone is pretty silly, though. She's not saying that genuinely, in other words.]

[infomodder]

[Butter her up. It's just...slang. Lingo. Normal phrases, it's not a reminder, not a shot at that.]

You're just saying that because you never saw her website back where we're from.

[Maturity springs eternal.

Elsewhere.]

[hackitude]

No, but I can imagine. Anyway, I'm glad you like it. It may be my best work to date.

[infomodder]

Maybe it'll keep it from getting like it used to be.

[That is, keeping some of the most graphic, fucked up pictures possible out of sight for as long as possible. Freddie will find a way to get it back how she wants. It's like her superpower.]

Still drawing a blank over here. No date.