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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[future_sandworm]

For some reason Leto thought this was a very good day to call Alice. Little did he know that the message he left ended up in the wrong places.

"I miss you. I wish we could just go into the desert at night and ride a sandworm together, watching the sun rise over the open bled. I'm sure we could even manage croquet."

[scruffnfeathers]

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