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Hey, you've reached Hanna Cross, paranormal investigator extraordinaire!

Leave a message and I will totally get back to you as soon as humanly possible. Which will be soon. Ish. Awesome, thanks!

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I didn't even see you yesterday!

[which is patently not true; she spends tons of time with him]</small? I haven't seen you in days! ... I don't think. I just don't get why it's such a big deal! People break up all the time!

[Hanna really probably shouldn't stress this much after surgery. It isn't good for him.]

Um...hate to bust your bubble, but you did see me yesterday. I was sleeping in your room.

[she'll do everything possible to try to make it up to you later, Hanna]

What the hell?! What were you doing in my room!

We share a room?

[Okay, something is really wrong here and he has no idea what happened, but something did and he's not okay with it.]

I switch between yours and Lea's, remember? Since we're Moirails.

No way, I don't like you that much! -- No offense. I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but... ugh! Breaking up is so awkward!

Look, appaaaaaaaarently you're a lot more invested in this relationship than I am, and it kind of sounds like you're making stuff up. Being delusional. Maybe you should get that checked out!

[So many levels of 'oh my god what the fuck' right now. He just can't even...]

Vriska, there is shit all over the network of you telling everyone how great I am. And telling people about me, your moirail. And I have hundreds of voice messages just like this from you, asking for advice.

If you want proof its there. I promise. I think...your the one that is confused.

No way! I wouldn't forget something big like that. And I didn't die!

[... oh god, but what if she did and just doesn't remember it]

I don't think I died.

Shit.

[and now she's wondering if she died, was brought back sooner than is typical, and lost her memories of this Hanna guy as a death price]

I don't know, but something is wrong here. Really wrong and you're starting to worry me...

[Okay, so understatement of the year award goes too...]

Holy shit. I died.

Holy shit.

[she finally abandons text; there's the sound of her sinking down onto a couch]

Hey, we don't know that yet...maybe its an event?

We should wait before we jump to extreme conclusions...

... I gotta go.

[click]

Vriska, Wai-

[And then she hangs up on him.]

[Hanna 8(]

[and then the 28th comes and she immediately comes back to the House on the Rock, looking around for Hanna]

[that's two months in a row that an event has made her do something awful to him, and she really wants to find him and make sure he's as okay as he can be]

[It's been a rough week, looking for her, but any attempt to get a hold didn't go over well.

Obviously last week should just be written off as 'oh god this sucks'.]

[she's just going to keep looking around the house until she finds him (or determines that he's not there)-- she wants to see him in person rather than contacting him over the PCD]

[And he'll be there, In the back actually, even if he should be in bed. Surgery on the fourteenth didn't help this last week go any better.

But he's kind of done being in bed.]

[she walks up, quietly, and leans against the wall]

... Events suck.

[Hanna jumps, having not been aware of her approach, and looks up. The surprise quickly turns to relief though once he realizes who it is.]

Holy fuck...thank god. I was worried about you!

I know.

Did you forget about anything?

[if he had, that might have been at least a little bit of a distraction-- but since when are the Animus ever nice to Hanna?]

No...but I guess thats good. I mean, what if I forgot why I was getting surgery? That'd be pretty damn freaky.

Urahara would have remembered.

... I'm really, really sorry, Hanna.

I meant...more like, why I was getting it or something.

[He can't say much else other than he can't blame her. It wasn't her fault.] You're fine...it was just really weird is all. And kind of awful.

Hug?

[normally she wouldn't even ask before giving him one, but this is kind of a special case-- less than a week ago she was telling him she had no idea who he was]

You don't need to ask, silly. Just...be careful okay?

[He's still really freaking sore.] No squeezing.

I won't.

[she goes over and puts her arms around his shoulders, holding on loosely but securely]

I'll give you anything you want me to, Hanna. You deserve it.

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