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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

voice;

[baetiful]

Contribute as in vote. You've done it before. For all of the elections, I would hope.

[ A pause. Of course. ]

You and she have gone out for drinks together, I assume?

voice;

[wizzardly]

Absolutely, of course I did.

[At least for one of them.

He voted for a dog promising ice cream.]

Not as such. More chatted about them with her, and we've run into one another in the same bars sometimes. I suppose I could vote for her, she's always seemed charming enough.

voice;

[baetiful]

[ Well. It's not like his vote will hurt anything. At least it's not a vote for Jon Snow. ]

You could. Sam Merlotte runs a bar, though -- if alcohol is the basis for your votes.

Re: voice;

[wizzardly]

I didn't say it was. [huffily.]

And who are you voting for? It has to be someone, for you to be calling me about this.

voice;

[baetiful]

If I tell you who I'm voting for, are you going to vote the opposite out of spite?

voice;

[wizzardly]

...Only possibly.

voice;

[baetiful]

Then I'm not sure it's a wise move on my behalf to tell you. You can vote for anyone you choose, so long as you don't vote Merlotte.

[ Maybe reverse psychology will work???? ]

voice;

[wizzardly]

I have seen you drink, you know, I don't understand this hatred of yours for other people who enjoy it.

[or sell it, apparently, like this Merlotte fellow.]

voice;

[baetiful]

Drinking makes a fool of men more often than not. It dulls the senses. I cannot understand why you enjoy it as much as you do given your reservations. Toward everything.

voice;

[wizzardly]

Yes, but you see, my senses are normally more active than most men's. Toward everything.

So I appreciate the break.

voice;

[baetiful]

You could simply become a friend of mine and then there would be far less you need to worry about.

voice;

[wizzardly]

And it's that easy, is it? Nothing to sign, even?

voice;

[baetiful]

Do you take me for Lucifer? Making friendship contracts?

voice;

[wizzardly]

If I were taking you for Lucifer, I would've asked if you had a tattoo planned for me.

voice;

[baetiful]

Tattoos are so permanent. I'm more the bracelet sort.

voice;

[wizzardly]

...It's times like this I can't tell if you're joking.

voice;

[baetiful]

I know just your style as well. The flashier, the better.

voice;

[wizzardly]

It's not all flash.

[sometimes it's glitter, or sparkle.]

voice;

[baetiful]

Not always. Sometimes it's vibrant. But you would not decline something flashy, would you? The more reflective, the better?

voice;

[wizzardly]

It... would depend. [cagily. Baelish unfortunately seems to have his number here.] Maybe not.

voice;

[baetiful]

Something to consider if I wish to buy your affection. It's not often that people shower you with unexpected gifts, is it? Your Luggage spitting up odd things aside...

voice;

[wizzardly]

No. [it's difficult not to sound bewildered.] No, people don't typically feel inspired to give me things.

...The pointy ends of various weaponry aside. Which, I suppose they also aren't "unexpected" either.

voice;

[baetiful]

Well, at the least you've managed to avoid getting unwanted piercings. Unless you are hiding some unsightly scars beneath your clothes. I would not know. I have not seen you nude.

[ Unfortunately???? Thankfully. ]

voice;

[wizzardly]

Across nearly the entirety of my back, thanks. There - now there's no need to be curious.

voice;

[baetiful]

Not nearly as adept at escaping danger as you would allow others to believe, are you?

[ A pause. ]

Well. Me neither, I suppose. Only mine encompasses the entirety of my front. So we do share that, at least.