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scruffnfeathers*ring*
*click*
*five minutes of quiet white noise with the occasional piercing bit of feedback*
You've reached the voicemail of --
I don't understand. Why -- why do you want me to say my name?
*sound of attempts to dial*
*BEEP*
[ooc:phone messages left will reach Castiel, he just doesn't know that he needs to record a greeting. LOOK IT'S CANON NOW I HAD TO, OKAY?
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*click*
You've reached the voicemail of --
I don't understand. Why -- why do you want me to say my name?
*sound of attempts to dial*
*BEEP*
[ooc:
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Date: 2010-01-09 10:18 pm (UTC)"I would never, ever ever ever ask you for fashion advice. Hello, stupid robes! Not to mention your hair. I know you love it, but it's over the top in so many ways. You dress like a demented desert hippie with a fetish for black. And I would never ask you about alluring. Friends don't do that to other friends' guys. I am not that woman.
"And another thing! Being a teacher? Not that impressive. Where's my flying car, you jerk?"
"Grrr!"
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Date: 2010-01-09 10:44 pm (UTC)