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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]

Oh...yeah? Maybe? [...] More than maybe actually.

I cheat with that, but that's thanks to the admiral. It was kind of irritating having him comment on my hygiene all the time when there's like fuck all I can actually do about it so all he gets off me is calming cat pheromones, like those plug-in thingies for people with cats that hate each other? He stopped trying to hit me so much after that, I don't know if he's even realized I did it and it's been like...six months.

[deuceoftears]

Would it be a good or bad idea to throw catnip at the situation, do you think?

[falkeditupagain]

Hmmm.

[Hanna taps his cheek as he thinks about it.]

I think if you did he might get real wise to the fact that you're trying maybe a little too hard? I'd leave the nip to Aerith. She's his supplier.

[deuceoftears]

We'll save it as a provocation for if other things don't work, then.