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[falkeditupagain]

[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

Comments

[falkeditupagain]

[Hanna doesn't make gender jokes often, but he has to laugh.]

You have seen mine, Sokie. That's au naturale.

I might joke I gave myself top surgery, but despite having a little more meat on my bones before hand, I've been flat as a fucking ironing board since the day I was born, so. You do have a little more than me. Tit-rich in comparison. Not that I'm complaining about it. Kind of worked out just fine.

[weirdnecro]

...huh. I wondered, didn't see the scars, so I wondered.

When did you say you started to realize you had magic? Because I wonder if you kinda...wished for that.

[falkeditupagain]

I think I have enough scars to make up for it.

But uh...I started learning when I was fifteen? I dunno though, I was always kind of tiny, so it just fit. I mean, even if I had all my fucking organs, I think I wouldn't stray much higher than a hundred pounds.

Unless I started working out, and there is no fucking way.

[weirdnecro]

You do look like you'd be more of a gymist kind of fit, not I can lift people over my head kind of fit.

Still hot tho.

[falkeditupagain]

People used to tease me that I should be a cheerleader so they could toss me to the fucking moon.

[Not that it should be a joke being a cheerleader, but still. That was in late nineties.] I like to think I'm cute, dunno about hot.

[weirdnecro]

I'm thinking more like the rings or the paddle horse. Real skilled stuff.

[He would get tossed to the moon, poor guy.]

Ask Vincent. Though hearing him say 'hot' would turn me into a pile of giggles.

[falkeditupagain]

I think he's going to agree with me, I'm not hot, Sokie. But I will ask him...

[He's going to text him later to ask, just for you.]

[weirdnecro]

You better! You deserve a little ego stroke, my lad.

[She hopes Vincent makes weird faces. It's funny.]

[falkeditupagain]

[Now would be the perfect time to say a dirty joke, but his face is actually getting a little red. No witty comebacks for Hanna.]

When he comes back with a realistic, practical response then I can say I told you so.

[weirdnecro]

If he does come up with a bland answer, you can smack me.