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Voicemail
"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
audio; the early early morning of january 14
[Transform? Transform.
Harry remembers reading something about that.]
Evolution?
[And then, on cue, the cry of a Staravia precedes some very tense silence. When Harry speaks again, his voice is quieter, tighter, like he's just found himself in the middle of a slasher film.]
Albert.
audio; the early early morning of january 14
Harry.
audio; the early early morning of january 14
[Can't you just imagine the high-pitched shrieks of a violin in the background?]
...I think I'm gonna have to call you back.
audio; the early early morning of january 14
[THERE IS ALWAYS THE CHANCE, IDK.]
audio; the early early morning of january 14
[Said in the tone of, Why do you have sleeping powder?]
audio; the early early morning of january 14
audio; the early early morning of january 14
audio; the early early morning of january 14
audio; the early early morning of january 14
[Except the time for thinking is over, because Waldo's just gotten a good look at his freshly-changed wings and oh.
That's different.
Suddenly, there's a whole lotta squawking coming from Harry's end of the line, as well as the sound of wing beats and muffled curses and a clatter that might signal the transfer of the Gear from Harry's hand to the ground.
— gotta go!