☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: A voice message from my muse

- punkkroc

☎: For a drunk phone call.

“Huh- What’d I do?”

[ A pause, the sound of glass clinking. There is a second voice, though it’s too distant to really decipher. ]

“Hit something , I think?”

[ Shuffling, her voice gets a tad further away, as if the phone has been set on another surface- ongoing call unnoticed. ]

“No, I’m good! I just wasn’t paying attention- leaned too far in my chair.”

[ A distant laugh. ]

“Anyway- yeah, I’m thinking the first weekend ooooof next perigee? Feels like it’d be- better, what with everybody getting together and married and having anniversaries lately.”

[ There’s a reply, Soleil snorts. ]

“Yeah, me too- but I don’t have any… hm. No big plans, really, she doesn’t like surprises like that. Doing my usual holiday baskets– thinking cookie bouquet! For everyone- not just her, but hers will have extra stuff in it. Obviously. No nuts, she’s got a girlfriend with an allergy.”

[ Another reply, a question this time. ]

“Oh, I’m definitely busy- but I’ve got extra hands. Literally. I’ve figured that whole thing out, the other me.. s. One of us will go to classes that week, one will work on baskets and one will make sure the venue comes along!”

[ The conversation drags on, various pauses for finishing their drinks or moving about or watching a video on the other’s palmhusk. Eventually the voices get too quiet to hear, most likely having moved to a different room.]

☏: A voice message from my muse

“Hi! Sorry about that, I think my tail smacked my screen or something– anyway! Probably won’t happen again if I remember to wear something with pockets next time. Bye!”