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needsaparrot) wrote2011-11-23 07:50 pm
needsaparrot) wrote2011-11-23 07:50 pm
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B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ [Evening, 11/23/2026]
The last time Xander missed a really important call, he'd had no other excuse than not hearing the ringtone over his hometown falling into a sinkhole around his ears.
This time, at least he could say it wasn't his fault. The thing hadn't given so much as a buzz in the last two days -- which was actually kind of ridiculous, like half his construction clients had decided to go on vacation or something -- and then all of a sudden the message light was blinking at him from atop the pizza box he hadn't even opened yet.
Funny how, once he'd let it play, Xander really didn't give a crap that it wasn't his fault (or even entirely believe that, because... because there should've been something.)
He wasn't much in the mood for pizza anymore, either.
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[Open for texts/calls/people who live in THE FUTURE. Mmm, pizza.]
This time, at least he could say it wasn't his fault. The thing hadn't given so much as a buzz in the last two days -- which was actually kind of ridiculous, like half his construction clients had decided to go on vacation or something -- and then all of a sudden the message light was blinking at him from atop the pizza box he hadn't even opened yet.
Funny how, once he'd let it play, Xander really didn't give a crap that it wasn't his fault (or even entirely believe that, because... because there should've been something.)
He wasn't much in the mood for pizza anymore, either.
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[Open for texts/calls/people who live in THE FUTURE. Mmm, pizza.]