Siren's Pull: Contact Me

[ochitashinigami]

You want to message me? Fine. I won't stop you. Doesn't mean I'll get back to you though.

Leave a message.

Beep.

Comments

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Thank you. Perhaps you should find other ways of enticing Alan Humphries, then.

[ochitashinigami]

...

uh...

I will...

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Yeah, not going into that further. ]

When shall I come by to pick up the boots?

[ochitashinigami]

Anytime you like. They're of no use to me.

--> Action!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

I will be there in a moment, then.

[ And a few seconds later, there is a knock at Eric's door. ]

Re: --> Action!

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric picks up the boots and carries them on his way to the door.]

Hey.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Hello.

[ He reaches into his suit jacket pocket, retrieving the $70. ]

Again, I appreciate this.

[ochitashinigami]

[He takes 50, handing back 20.]

Depletion of value.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Fine.

[ He pockets the 20, not wishing to argue any further. ]

Hopefully, this will calm him down somewhat.

[ Though, Grell has been fairly bouncy since William's memory returned. But the boot topic was bound to arise once more if they weren't returned. ]

[ochitashinigami]

Hopefully. But, we never can predict his moods.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Unfortunately.

[ The story of William's life, right there. ]

[ochitashinigami]

Well.... as long as it makes you happy...

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

In some strange way, it does.

[ochitashinigami]

Well, you live your life pretty black and white. Maybe you need a big streak of red.