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Hanna Falk Cross ([personal profile] falkeditupagain) wrote2020-04-11 11:16 am
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IC contact post/voice mail - ADSTRING

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!
dicey: (I took the stars from my eyes)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-29 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

Want me to talk about something now? To give you a break.
dicey: (I can hear your heartbeat)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-29 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay... um.

If you see small burns on me sometimes, don't freak out. Zell has these fire powers and sometimes they get a little bit out of control. Just a little.
dicey: (and it's hard to dance)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-29 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I know, right? ... Thanks for not freaking out.
dicey: (well what the hell)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-31 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, these aren't that bad. I asked Urahara for some burn cream, though, and he was a total pain about it. He forced me to tell him where they were from and everything!
dicey: (regrets collect like old friends)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-31 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but Zell's powers mostly get out of control like that when we're making out and stuff, and so Urahara teased me about that and it was really embarrassing.
dicey: (shake it out‚ shake it out)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-31 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Grooooooooss. Gross and creepy!
dicey: (she's lucky I didn't slip her a smile)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-31 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[she tickles his arm in retaliation, in memory of their old ridiculous ticklefights; she won't do more than that, though, in case he's still feeling sore from surgery]
dicey: (and I'm damned if I don't)

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[personal profile] dicey 2013-07-31 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[she finally stops, bringing both her arms around him and squeezing (but not too hard)]

Tickled to death, and now captured.