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

action;

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie squeaks and squishes her face between both hands, pushing her away.]

What the hell, you dork.

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[everysecond]

[Riley bursts out laughing because holy shit this is so perfect.]

You fucking squeaked! Like a mouse!

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[tonsofpun]

You mouth-farted on my damn hand!

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[everysecond]

And you squeaked!

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[tonsofpun]

[Bitch she will tickle you. Immediately.]

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[everysecond]

Fuck! No! Stop!

[She's laughing so hard even as she tries to grab for her hands.]

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[tonsofpun]

Not a chance. You brought this on your own damn self.

[Merciless tickles.]

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[everysecond]

Bitch! Stop! Mercy!

[She falls off her because there's no way she can stay sitting on her with her girlfriend tickling the fuck out of her!]

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[tonsofpun]

'Scuse you.

[Still snickering, Ellie leaves off before she pees herself, but only just.

action;

[everysecond]

[She flops and has fits of giggles.]

Shit...you suck.

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[tonsofpun]

You sound surprised.

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[everysecond]

Here. Let me try that again.

[She looks right at her with a serious face. When will she stop this messing around business?

Never if she has her way.]

Shit. You suck.

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[tonsofpun]

You're a terrible liar. This is why you're so bad at poker.

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[everysecond]

Boooooo. [She sticks her tongue out at her like the mature teenager she is.]