Riley Abel (
everysecond) wrote2020-03-01 10:49 pm
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IC Voicemail
...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!]
I guess I leave a message.
Hey, this is Rileyable Riley. Leave a message.
So does that work?
[ooc: Leave a message for her!]
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Oh, man. Why didn't you just plant one on me? I probably would have gotten the hint.
[As soon as she says it, she remembers why not. The whole part about being really fucking mad at her.]
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[She's joking but it's clear that she's thrilled beyond measure. Ellie knows now. She really fucking knows how she feels.
Ah shit. This is the greatest feeling in the world.]
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That wasn't even that funny, you dick.
[Shaking her head, she ducks it, looks back up again.]
Well, I wouldn't punch you now.
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[She moves to get closer. Oh sure she's kind of nervous but damn...now she knows.]
Cool.
[And she gives her a kiss. It's the first time she's initiated one but she really loves it all the same. She's always called Ellie her girl and now she really is.
Just wow.]
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It's only their third, only Ellie's third, but she can already tell she's going to like getting used to this. By the time Riley moves back, she's a little breathless. Awkward as hell, excited.
Happy. So happy.]
... cool.
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Deep breath. Okay.]
Yeah.
[Smooth, Riley. Smooth.]
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... so, you can do that whenever you want, by the way.
[Grinning, she bumps her again and gets up off the bed. Like nothing at all has changed, because at its heart, it really hasn't. They're still them, just with something added.]
C'mon, I'm starving.
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[She flops back onto the bed then grabs her pictures to go after Ellie, making a stop in her room to quickly tack the pictures near her bed. Then she's out and looking around.]
So did you hear the joke about the girl who dumped juice on a cyborg?
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... no?
[Is this going to be a pun, please say it's a pun.]
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[You can have a pun later, Ellie. Promise.]
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[Excuse her while she starts sputtering out laughter.]
What'd he do?
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[And she mimics his grumpy face and walk for him going to go change.]
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Still better than how I met him. I almost stabbed the shit out of him because I thought he'd hurt Marlene.
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[That's admiration in her tone. Really.]
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I kick a little more ass than I used to, back then.
And anyway, Tess grabbed me before I could. Probably a good thing.
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Tess is cool. She bought me cupcakes.
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Man, you worked on her fast.
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[Yep.]
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[Ellie doesn't bother to hide the fond note in her voice. Tess has come to be very, very important to her.]
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[She lifts her head in the oh-so-arrogant way she can get as she makes her way to the kitchen and actually sits right on the counter.]
So what are we having?
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Wait, and I'm cooking why?
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[Perfectly logical reasoning.]
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[Ellie plants her hands on her narrow hips and gives her a look.]
Fine. But you're gonna help me. Let's make an omelet.
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[She hops down then goes into the fridge to pull out eggs and...some random stuff. At least she's good enough to not grab the bacon.]
Here we go.
[Setting things down, she decides to try something and opens a cabinet that has a bowl and concentrates on it. Sure enough, she manages to get a bowl to come floating out of the cabinet and onto the counter. Sure it drops the last half inch or so but the point is...]
BOOSH! I did it!
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Fuck, this is gonna be hard to get used to.
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