013. voice

[blackfoxed]

[ Alright so someone finally woke up for longer than five minutes, and there's a lot of shifting and muffled cursing as he, of course, grabs immediately for the nearest painkiller aka bottle of Jack Daniels out of the fortress of empty ones. Glass clinks. Swearing in Italian. ]

Colonello. You stupid sonofabitch. How could you--

[ a sharp, pained intake of breath. and then so quiet it's hardly audible: ]

...how could you.

...

Spike, I have to go. Sorry for the mess on your doorstep.

Dr. Crescent-- if I could ask for another favor.

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[blackfoxed.livejournal.com]

I'm quaking in my boots.

Sorry, but you didn't say please.

1/2

[irascent.livejournal.com]

[irascent.livejournal.com]

—We both know you're full of shit. Don't let me find you alive, I'm bored enough to finish what they started.

[ends transmission.]

DEAD MESSaAgec fdsflkfsn || invisible to the living

[overmood.livejournal.com]

I bet that was awkward, hey.