Voicemail

[bellonaborn]

This is a voicemail post until I actually get around to making it pretty.

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[peterparker]

Hey-- just checking in.

You all right? With this crazy hostage situation and everything...

I dunno, should you really be living in the actual Cabin In The Woods scenario?

[bellonaborn]

I'm fine...

But being the only demigod left is kind of... I don't think I want to be here anymore.

[peterparker]

...Yeah. Uh-- I get that. It must be hard.

But so long as we're here... let's make the best of it, okay?

[bellonaborn]

No.. It's not that. Peter, I don't want to be in these cabins anymore.

[peterparker]

Oh.

[A pause. Then, a nod.]

...So, uh. You should move in here.

With me.

[bellonaborn]

[.... There's a small pause, because she was not expecting that answer.]

.... You sure you wouldn't mind?

[peterparker]

...Nah. Nah, I'd uh. I'd like that, actually.

It's-- kinda what I was going to offer.

I have a spare room.

[bellonaborn]

..... Yeah, I'd like it too.

[And you know that took a lot for her to admit.]

Wanna help me move all my junk, then? Weapons and the like.

[peterparker]

How'd I know it would all be weapons?

{Finally, a small grin.]

Sure. Can we saddle up the pups, too?

[bellonaborn]

Because you know me well.

[Okay, that has her smiling a bit too.]

We'll have to, they won't mind.

[peterparker]

All right! Then I forgive them for being soulless lie-detectors. Shoulda told me earlier that they were also moving-trucks!

Want me to head over now, or-?

[bellonaborn]

Not soulless... And not quite moving trucks either.

[But she's just teasing right back right now.]

If you have a chance, sure...

[peterparker]

[He winks a little, knowing that would make her stop and argue; when didn't she, in favour of her dogs?]

Yeesh, you're like their lawyer.

[Cheerfully.]

Okay, cook. I'll have two bags, so I'll just dump them, then head on out. Anything else you need from here?

[bellonaborn]

[Whatabrat. she'll just ignore that little comment and shake her head.]

That should be fine... I think I have some bags here I can use, too.

[peterparker]

All right. Catch you soon? I'll take about ten to reach you.

[bellonaborn]

I'll be packing. See you then.

[peterparker]

[Coming Soon, To A Window Near You!]

[bellonaborn]

[A window? Really, Peter? Did you want to freak her out? Luckily she's packing and it's Argentum that notices him first.]

[peterparker]

[He's Spider-Man; what did you expect, the front door? He's happy to toss a wave at the dog as he presses the window up and takes a seat on the sill, impish smile already in place when he knows he's going to startle her:]

Hey, boy.

[bellonaborn]

[He's a brat is what he is. Reyna hadn't noticed Argentum moving, so when she heard Peter's voice? She jumped a little, snatching the nearest pillow out of reflex and throwing it at him.]

Gods above, Peter. Next time knock at least.