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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[voice]

[7livesleft.livejournal.com]

[Only picking up on the important sounds. He leaves for one goddamn minute...]

...What was that?

MESSAGE FROM BEYOND THE GRAaaAAaaAave || invisible to the living as always sob

[overmood.livejournal.com]

Quit your bitching, hey. I still have to listen to you.

1/3

[discolors.livejournal.com]

[ taking a deep breath here ]

god i'll have your ass via this account before you have mine while i'm on caim's *puts on gloves*

[irascent.livejournal.com]

How pathetic.

voice // private.

[sfortunato.livejournal.com]

Gotten yourself into trouble?

[ not that he cares or anything... you're just the only relatively sane-ish person he talks to. ]

[Private to Gamma-- Text.]

[combiplay.livejournal.com]

So why'd you do it?

If you're that guy's friend, then--

[And you gave him back the ring, so. Really, what was the point?]

voice.

[disillude.livejournal.com]

Problems?

voice.

[empyreals.livejournal.com]

Ah? Gamma? Are you all right?