Vatheon Voicemail.

[rebull]

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

Comments

[rebull]

Depends, does serious mean you'll cut down on your shitty clown humour more?

[grandhighblood]

Fuck no.

[rebull]

Guess you're out of luck then.

[grandhighblood]

Don't be like that, motherfucker. When did a brother even all up and exercise his full ability to let loose the dark motherfucking humour on you, anyway? Can't get your complain on about something that rarely motherfucking happens!

[rebull]

-Dark motherfucking humour? [A brow.]

There's something worse? All your humour is painful.

[grandhighblood]

It's all what makes me who I motherfucking am, so you either take it like a fucking bitch or leave it. Here's the catch, though: You can't motherfucking LEAVE IT.

[And he laughs and shakes his head.]

[rebull]

[A high browed look.] Care to swing that by me again?

[grandhighblood]

What-? It ain't THAT motherfucking painful, fuck.

[He frowns. Man, way to suck away all the fun out of this... even if he is trying to be serious.]

[rebull]

You serious? Indigo humour's worse than their clubs. [A snicker, grin widening.]

[grandhighblood]

Fuck you. Ain't my fault you lowblood shits can't all up and appreciate none of that noise. [Snorts, then after a pause:]

So you gettin' my motherfucking drift here?

[rebull]

Yeah- I- I kinda get it. Kind of. Still trying to- deal with you actually being serious about this... I mean, you are serious, right?

[grandhighblood]

Want a brother to show you how motherfucking serious he is or just save the effort by all placing a little motherfucking belief in me, yeah? I know you got your wigglerish trust issues, but gotta grow the fuck up someday!

[He's being serious, but he can't stop the wide grin on his face.]

[rebull]

Fuck off, you know damn well why I have issues with... with this. How?

[Wide... grin... His brows furrow.]

[grandhighblood]

I didn't. Just put in a good motherfucking calculated guess- all you shitbloods have issues with that noise one way or another. Just from what a brother can even all see, heh.

[Shrugs and grins casually]

[rebull]

My issues more like- who- who even does this with you're type? Really? [Nostrils flare, frowning still.]

You don't exactly put up a magnetic persona, now do you? A troll even considering... this- would be just as much considering his own culling.

[grandhighblood]

Suicidal motherfuckers ever considering it usually do end up in the most unfortunate motherfucking states of death, yeah, heh. Guess that would all up and turn off a lot of pansy-ass shits, but hey, I ain't in any rush.

[rebull]

[A breath.] Well considering I already- uh, deal with your clown shit...

[grandhighblood]

Then you got nothing to motherfucking gripe and moan about, motherfucker. Just go with it - we got all motherfucking day.

[rebull]

[His lips purse, staring at him for a moment before his gaze lingers down, feeling his face heat a little.]

[grandhighblood]

[He makes a scoffing sort of laugh, shaking his head. Aw, blushing? Ain't that cute. He's not really gonna stick around for much longer though if he's just gonna blush and sit there looking adorable.]

Til next time, motherfucker.

[rebull]

[His more fond expression gains a glare now, shrugging a shoulder back.]

Yeah- Till then. [Hnn... click.]