"I think the day you start asking me to call you Miss Parker is the day we come over there to hold an intervention involving a gremlin, a bucket of glitter, three banana cream pies and the Mountie doing a pole dance to It's Raining Men and you're not Parker, are you."
He might take his time, but he did tend to finally get there. Usually.
"... never so glad for that to be true as at this moment, dude."
Ow ow ow ow ow maybe electroshock will get that image out of his head? He used to like electroshock, some days. Not that he understood half of it. Maybe this guy needs the electroshock?
See, now there was a response he didn't expect either. Although it at least fell within his experience.
"Kyle. No last name." He smiled into the phone. "She's fine. Probably throwing a tantrum in that apartment she shares with the geeky guy and the girl with the multiple hair colors. For now. I need information though, and you, Mr. Xander Harris Carson, are my point of validation."
"What?" Kyle paused, then shook his head. "That's what happens when you're kidnapped out of pre-school. Last time I saw him was three years ago, and I wasn't even sure he made it, and then suddenly, I'm in L.A., and there's Miss Parker." He spit the words out with venom. "When she should be in Blue Cove or Harvard or where the hell ever. And she says she has his e-mail?"
"If she says so, she probably does." Unlike years ago - for him - it wasn't exactly a secret that Jarod wasn't at the Centre anymore, so Xander didn't feel he was giving anything away by saying, "Far as I know he's not locked up anyplace; hasn't been for a while now. I really don't know where he is, though."
And he really wouldn't say if he did, not when the guy was trying to keep not just himself but a little girl out of the hands of the same people Parker had walked away from in disgust.
"Right." And after a second, "You won't be hearing from me again, Mr. Carson." And then more lightly, "Especially not after that thing with the glitter and the stripper and the banana cream. Jeez."
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Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:16 am (UTC)He might take his time, but he did tend to finally get there. Usually.
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:19 am (UTC)Ow ow ow ow ow maybe electroshock will get that image out of his head? He used to like electroshock, some days. Not that he understood half of it. Maybe this guy needs the electroshock?
"I stole her phone. Hi."
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:24 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:29 am (UTC)"Kyle. No last name." He smiled into the phone. "She's fine. Probably throwing a tantrum in that apartment she shares with the geeky guy and the girl with the multiple hair colors. For now. I need information though, and you, Mr. Xander Harris Carson, are my point of validation."
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:51 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 01:56 am (UTC)Said dead calm, trying to disguise how very very important this was to him.
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:15 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:19 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:32 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:36 am (UTC)Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:50 am (UTC)And he really wouldn't say if he did, not when the guy was trying to keep not just himself but a little girl out of the hands of the same people Parker had walked away from in disgust.
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 02:55 am (UTC)And if that e-mail really lead him to Jarod....
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 03:01 am (UTC)"I'd trust her with my life. I'd trust her with my kid's life." When, you know. He had one.
The father part, he didn't answer at all.
Re: Voicemail
Date: 2009-09-18 03:11 am (UTC)"Right." And after a second, "You won't be hearing from me again, Mr. Carson." And then more lightly, "Especially not after that thing with the glitter and the stripper and the banana cream. Jeez."