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

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie gives her a sideways look, and can't keep a straight face. She starts giggling.]

[everysecond]

[She bursts out laughing with her, unable to contain it at this point.]

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie nudges her fondly, still snickering, and gets up to her feet, tugging gently on her hand.]

Come on. Let's see if there's anything left in the fridge.

[everysecond]

I'm always down for food.

[Riley does like to think with her stomach. There's no doubts about that. Getting up, she helps Ellie to get down before swinging back in herself.]

So, you think there's actually anything but bacon in there?

[tonsofpun]

You're thinking about the freezer.

[Ellie follows, swinging in a window and nearly kicking a lamp off a desk, cussing softly.]

[everysecond]

Freezer, fridge...it's all fucking cold and makes food not become shit as fast.

[She looks at the lamp.]

I'll give you a seven for the dismount and two for the landing.

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie snorts and replaces the lamp, reaching up to rub a hand against the back of her neck self-consciously.]

Oh, shut up.

[everysecond]

We'll work on that. Lesson two will be "don't knock shit down on landing."

[tonsofpun]

Eat me.

[Ellie gives her a light punch in the arm and moves past her.]

Speaking of which, I'm hungry. You?

[everysecond]

When are we not hungry?

[Seriously.]