"Welcome to HT&T answering service. Unfortunately, the asshole you're trying to reach hasn't set up shit. Leave your name (or don't), your number, and whatever the Hell (ha ha!) message you want. We don't get paid enough for this."
Beep.
➥ Text | ➥ Message | ➥ Video | ➥ Action | ➥ Redial
["Please don't call me that" is the first thing he types out, but decides against it in the end, deleting it quickly before he accidentally sends it out. No need to risk pissing her off.]
...is that what you call Greed? [Knowing him, he probably gets a kick out of his nickname. What Paracelsus wasn't expecting was the comment on their "unique" bond. Hm. How much do you know, Kam?] I didn't realize he was telling people about that already.
Stockroom, about a minute ago. It was behaving oddly, almost like it wasn't used to its body.
[Having firsthand experience with that, it's pretty easy for him to recognize-]
My guess is it doesn't have the instinct to know where to escape to either, so I'm certain it's still in here. Since I'm already in here, I can help block the door for you. Ma'am.
You smell of it. And now, you have given me the answer to a question I have been pondering over. You are very bad at negotiations, Baby Boy. You need to get better if you want to survive here.
But we shall see what to make of you.
Yes. Yes that is the little thing I am missing. A true fool. A feline has no lords or masters. He should have known not to test me.
Block the door with that big lug of a form you call a body. I will be in shortly.
[Bad at negotiations?! Answered a question?! He thought his text was rather simple, surely he didn't give away THAT much information?!
...r-right?]
What did I just do?
[This cat.
She fucking terrifies him.
Which is exactly why he stays in the room, keeping an eye on Kamora's lost prey and making sure it doesn't scurry off somewhere. Poor fool. This is why he stuck to text, no need to let whoever this is know what he's doing.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
CAT SCRATCH FEVER IT IS
You are the new arms of the operation. Interesting that you and him have bonded in such a unique way.
Yes I did. How very thoughtful of you. Perhaps you are not as stupid as the rest of them.
Which backroom and when, Baby Boy.
no subject
...is that what you call Greed? [Knowing him, he probably gets a kick out of his nickname. What Paracelsus wasn't expecting was the comment on their "unique" bond. Hm. How much do you know, Kam?] I didn't realize he was telling people about that already.
Stockroom, about a minute ago. It was behaving oddly, almost like it wasn't used to its body.
[Having firsthand experience with that, it's pretty easy for him to recognize-]
My guess is it doesn't have the instinct to know where to escape to either, so I'm certain it's still in here. Since I'm already in here, I can help block the door for you. Ma'am.
no subject
You smell of it. And now, you have given me the answer to a question I have been pondering over. You are very bad at negotiations, Baby Boy. You need to get better if you want to survive here.
But we shall see what to make of you.
Yes. Yes that is the little thing I am missing. A true fool. A feline has no lords or masters. He should have known not to test me.
Block the door with that big lug of a form you call a body. I will be in shortly.
no subject
...r-right?]
What did I just do?
[This cat.
She fucking terrifies him.
Which is exactly why he stays in the room, keeping an eye on Kamora's lost prey and making sure it doesn't scurry off somewhere. Poor fool. This is why he stuck to text, no need to let whoever this is know what he's doing.]