Voicemail

[bellonaborn]

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

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[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.