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fandomtownies2009-09-13 09:56 am
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Pixie Dust, Sunday
"No, Mom, really, I'm fine. Things are going great here."
Silence, as Eric listened to his mother's response. "Sorry about that," he said. There was the briefest hesitation. "My phone died, and I was so busy with class and stuff that I didn't notice for a week, that's all." Or, y'know, he'd completely avoided her calls because she was getting... interested. Of all things. "I'll make sure to pay more attention to it from now on, okay?"
Pixie Dust was open; Eric was trying to learn how to throttle people through the phone.
[As with Addy in the clinic, I'm off to work! Back at some point this evening, SP is, as always, made of yay.]
Silence, as Eric listened to his mother's response. "Sorry about that," he said. There was the briefest hesitation. "My phone died, and I was so busy with class and stuff that I didn't notice for a week, that's all." Or, y'know, he'd completely avoided her calls because she was getting... interested. Of all things. "I'll make sure to pay more attention to it from now on, okay?"
Pixie Dust was open; Eric was trying to learn how to throttle people through the phone.
[As with Addy in the clinic, I'm off to work! Back at some point this evening, SP is, as always, made of yay.]