the pines - ic contact

[fe_male]

"I can't believe I'm recording my own voicemail message right now."

[ audio. arguing. action. ]

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backdated to the 29th because i'm fashionably late.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ on the morning of the 29th dum-e rolls into tony's workshop, his treads covered in cake, which he tracks through the room. he sets a tray down on the table with a few beeps and boops, the smear of frosting just a little telling. there might be a cake like mess in the kitchen. but the tray isn't bare! there's a frosting smudged card reading happy birthday tony. ps. i made a back up cake. check the fridge, second shelf, towards the back. beside it sits a small box with a locket sitting inside. she loves you, honey, and she's sorry she can't be there... but they'll celebrate when she's back. ]

june 10th, early morning.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ waking up in the hospital sent her into a panic, since she couldn’t quite remember what happened leading up to her admission. she smiled through gritted teeth, keeping her cool as best she could despite the constant chatter going on around her about her… ‘condition’. when it seemed like they were finally sick and tired of hearing themselves talk she asked to use the phone, her trembling hands around the receiver a testament to how deeply frazzled she was. ] Tony. [ as her smile dropped her voice wavered. she didn’t need to put on a show for tony. he’d see right through it besides. ] Please come pick me up.

[fe_male]

[ THANK GOD he was actually worried. not like he doesn't, because he absolutely does, especially when it's her, but like. he was starting to maybe show some visual signs, and he's just not prepared for that sort of thing, okay. luckily he's had a new pet or two to deal with.

anyway, he's a pro at not letting negative emotions into things when he doesn't want them to (totally), so at least this time he sounds nothing but confident and maybe a tiny bit (a tiny bit) relieved when he replies with: ] Absolutely. Right now, even. 7:30 lunch break be damned.

[ look, somebody has to act normal, right? the fact that both relief and thinly veiled enthusiasm are seeping through his syllables means nothing ]

[ceoinstilettos]

[ cutting in with a laugh she eases up on the receiver, his rambling enough to make her smile, because it’s familiar, it’s tony, it’s… what she needs right now. dipping her head forward she closes her eyes, a bit of amusement bleeding into her tone. ] Lunch break… at 7:30… [ it doesn’t even matter if it’s am/pm, because it’s absurd either way. ] I don’t know what kind of schedule you’re on, but it’s going to have to change. [ but not now. later. ] Lunch sounds good though… [ getting out of here and into his arms sounds even better, but she’s sure that’s a given. ]