✖ thirty-eighth trauma//Telephone - Audio✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Hey, Dante! Do you want me coming to help you find Rubi?

[A slight pause, Mika's chewing her lip.]

Oh, and by the way, your not!girlfriend from home is here now. Thought I'd let you know. Try not to get shot in the face, okay?

((ooc: Backdated to Lady's arrival because sobsob I didn't think of this sooner))

Comments

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

Better you than me. [Because he doesn't want to face her right this second, not with Rubi to take care of, and, you know, the idea that he might actually get skewered in the first place.

Mika's a big girl and can handle herself, right?]

I'll catch up with her when I get back.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Personally I'm hoping she doesn't flip her shit like the last demon hunter I ran into. I nearly got pumped full of buckshot on the stairwell. Let me tell you how exciting that was.

[Her sarcasm is thick enough that you could cut it with a knife.]

Wasn't I supposed to come with you or something when you went looking for Rubi?

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

About that, Tough Cookie: trust me, better that you don't. Besides.

She ain't gonna shoot you. At you, maybe...

[Oh, yeah, that's comforting. :/]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall being one of the few who've come out of that forest alive.

Dante, you do realize that some people don't have inhuman reflexes, right? Not everyone's an action hero in these apartments.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

Just trust me, will ya? Eesh. Women.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Hey, someone has to be the token skeptic around here, right?

[At least she sounds like she's smiling, and a faint sound of a tail wagging.]

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

[Muuuuuch better. Rather not have Mika in a bad mood.]

Hey, have I ever steered you wrong?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm...can't say! I don't think you've taken me anywhere.

[The cheeky comment slides out before she can stop herself, but she's a little distracted. Paper rustles as she's flipping through her notes, making sure she's got everything before dashing upstairs.]