[ ic; contact ]

[feorge]

"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

✎text
☎call
✉voicemail
☢panic

Comments

action! who's what now?

[feorge]

You know it, mate.

[This is necessary, okay? He needs to hide how shaken he really is.]

Bollocks, I thought this was nice.

i typoed whose it's supposed to be who's* okay

[knight_to_king]

Brilliant.

[That? That gets a snort.]

For you, maybe.

ooooh, I gotcha. lmao. I hadn't even noticed. |D

[feorge]

Consider it a work in progress, hm?

i did sob

[knight_to_king]

That what you're calling it now, then?

(cozy)

[feorge]

For the time being, in the very least.

[He gives a wink, because that is most definitely a sign that at some point, he'll be giving up entirely. You know how Fred is. He quiets a moment, eyes falling from his brother to someplace that can't be found outside of his own mind, before his lips quirk just a little.]

Well, seems I've some work to be getting to now. I'll let you know when I've got a sort of plan of attack, hm?

/clings

[knight_to_king]

[He rose a conspicuous bro, but otherwise nodded, lips downturned.]

Oy, don't you go do everything on your own. I'm the one with the notes by the blokes from these people.

♥

[feorge]

You've notes from who now?