yourbestguysgun | -- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

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"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Tomorrow morning. Breakfast at the diner a block from my place. We can get that giant stack of pancakes they advertise.

You had me at pancakes, sweetness. Now, get off the phone, make sure Stark gets you home safe, and get some sleep.

Right. Sleep. What is sleep and how do I that? [Especially after this curse. Jeez.]

I'll let you know when I'm home safe. See you in a few hours.

Gotcha. [ He could tell her he's glad she's alive, but that much is pretty obvious. ] Night, Charlie.