IC Voicemail

[everysecond]

...Wait so I'm supposed to do what with this?

I guess I leave a message.

Hey, this is Rileyable Riley. Leave a message.

So does that work?




[ooc: Leave a message for her!]

Comments

text;

[everysecond]

bitch who got you some of those puns?

text;

[tonsofpun]

you didn't get me this one
scuse you

ok

what do you call an indecisive vampire

text;

[everysecond]

what

text;

[tonsofpun]

an umpire

text;

[everysecond]

wow

that was terrible

text;

[tonsofpun]

you're terrible

text;

[everysecond]

but still cute

okay i got one for you

long fairy tails have a tendency to dragon

text;

[tonsofpun]

pfft nice

ok come open the front door

i've got one more

text; 1/2

[everysecond]

hang on eating on roof

[everysecond]

[Hello Ellie. Your girlfriend is now opening the front door. This better be really good or really stupid.]

[tonsofpun]

[Can it be both? Ellie holds out a cardboard box, the kind they're using to distribute rations. She pops the top, showing her the inside.

Two small bags of...]

I brought you flours.

[everysecond]

[This is so bad that Riley has just one reaction suitable.

She shuts the door in Ellie's face.

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.]

[tonsofpun]

OH, COME ON.

THAT WAS FUNNY.

[everysecond]

DENIED!

[tonsofpun]

Rileeeeeeey.

[Don't make her start mock-whining. She leans against the door dramatically, banging weakly with a fist.]

Let me in.

[everysecond]

Well since you sound so pathetic...

[She opens the door for her.]

Come on, girl.

[tonsofpun]

For a second I thought I was gonna have to make you real flowers.

[everysecond]

Oh please. You know the only way to get me to forgive things is with food.

[tonsofpun]

Thus. Flours.

[Ellie hefts the box, dropping it into Riley's arms. It's heavy, be careful.]

[everysecond]

[Not so heavy when you use your powers to float them through the air and into the kitchen. Ah yeah.]

Way more impressive if you can do shit with it.

[tonsofpun]

Yyyyyeah, that's gonna be the tricky part.

You can cook, right?

[everysecond]

Maybe.

[Yeah. She actually can. She's just that one bitch that doesn't because she likes her girlfriend's cooking a lot.]

[tonsofpun]

So the plan is, you show me.

[No possible way this can go wrong.]

[everysecond]

Show you that I can cook? You're the one that does the cooking, remember?

[tonsofpun]

No, you show me how to bake, genius.

Also, fuck you, I do not do the cooking.