Voicemail

[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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[sweet-balls.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what was that beep? Did I run out of tape?" There was a pause. "They don't even use tape anymore do they? Oh god, now I sound silly." She laughed.

Shelley had been talking for five solid minutes now.

"But like I was saying, the nuns at the orphanage really didn't seem to care, so that's why I've never really been a big fan of bath salts."

She took a breath. "Anyway, I'll stop talking your ear off now. If that all sounds okay to you, just let me know! See you soon."

She hung up.