un: antigoneiguess | audio

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah, lemme. Lemme do it. Hhh.

[Antigone's somewhat nasally, cynical voice is back, hi.

she clears her throat.]

'Kay. I'm not talkin' to whoever's out there that already knows how annoying dealing with Fae sorts is. Everyone else? I'm doin' this to be nice. And helpful. [and on the goddamn record so no one can ever accuse Knife of not trying maybe once.

so she will spell this out slowly for ya's:] Do. Not. Give. Out. Your. Real. Name. Make a new one. Use that one. Make everyone else use it.

Got it? Get it? Good.

Don't say you weren't warned.

Comments

[rudelanguage]

[there's a loud, huffy scoff during the not fair counter.

...no comment about the trust matter. too raw, too sore. too--] Too childish, Jayce! I'm not a child! If you give a shit, then at least treat me like someone older than two. But if it's that hard--

[hexcope]

It's not.

[rudelanguage]

Okay, then! [!!!

!

...!


??

uneasy:] O...okay. Then. [What the fuck am I even doing.]

[hexcope]

[He waits for more of a response and follows it up himself:]

Good luck on the mission.

[rudelanguage]

I--

[Fuck, why is--

it's realllllly hard to feel stabilized after showing so much of their soft belly and not...getting hurt for it? or snarked? or dismissed? by someone not Soliton or Solomon?]

What? Uh. Yeah. Okay. Yep. Sure! Sure.

[hexcope]

[He stays on the line for a few seconds longer, either thinking he might say something else or Antigone might, but when neither happen, he hangs up.]