ic ♦ voicemail

[nolessthanseven]

Hey! You've reached the fabulous Isabelle Lightwood. I'm obviously not here right now, but leave me a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[nolessthanseven]

Maybe someone just needs to talk to him. [excuse her while she takes another drink.]

[justice_is_blond]

Maybe. [He takes another drink too.] Too much thinking for tonight.

[nolessthanseven]

I'd suggest drinking in silence, to prevent thinking, but I don't think that'll work very well. Especially not over the Forge like this.

[justice_is_blond]

Mm. [He's quiet for a few moments before sighing.] Or maybe it's time to consider stopping drinking for the night and getting home.

[nolessthanseven]

Maybe. Probably the best idea for you. [she'd probably offer him some sort of comforting touch if he were there. Sadly, he's not. So she just sighs, the sound sympathetic.] Get some water in you, too.

[justice_is_blond]

Right. Not like I've anything to worry about there. I'm a healer; I can fix whatever's wrong. I'll have some anyway, though. ...Thank you, Isabelle.

[nolessthanseven]

That has got to be the luckiest use for your talents I've ever heard.

No problem, Anders. Feel free to drunkenly call me up any time you want.

[justice_is_blond]

[He exhales in something that's a cross between a laugh and a sigh.]

I'll remember that. Or try to.

[nolessthanseven]

I hope you do. Maybe you should write it down somewhere.

[justice_is_blond]

Mm. Yes. Doing that.

...Thank you again. I think. I think I've said thank you already, not entirely sure on that.

[nolessthanseven]

Hopefully you can read it tomorrow.

You did, but that's okay. You're still welcome.

[justice_is_blond]

Right.

[There's a pause, and then since he can't think of anything else to say and he's muddled anyway, Anders cuts the feed.]