[This might be legit, like, barring the fact that everyone she's ever known besides Coran is dead. Between them two and Romelle, everyone's extinct dot png.]
Yes! I just woke up you see. Fine country you've got here, good tracts of land. Shame about the dragons, but no matter! I'm just glad to see she's made some friends.
[Well that's rude. Thank god though, he's smarter than he sounded off the bat.
If Keith deigns to pick up the phone again he'll hear a happy ditty punching out over the speaker. Richie's left the poor gal's phone broadcasting next to his turntable.]
DON'T
STOP ME NOW
because I'm having a good time
HAVING A GOOD TIME!!
Edited (wrong idiot) 2018-10-10 16:50 (UTC)
i thought i was so funny doing the read thing but actually
((also i'm slowly crawling back into rp, sorry for the tardiness))
[He swings back around the line, having only heard the tinny reply from afar where he was fixing a hot pot of pasta. It reminds him of his radio days, taking the piss out of callers in between Led Zepplin and Alice Cooper tracks. Ah, nostalgia.]
Pardon me? You'll have to repeat that, I'm busy being a racing car —
[And then he syncs up with Freddie Mercury, doing a decent impression of his soaring roar.]
— passing by like LADY GODIVA I'm gonna go, go, go There's no stopping meeee!!!
...Look. [No, nobody's looking and that doesn't generate a lick of attention because Freddy Mercury is being blasted into his ear. Not in the sense of rupturing his ear drum, but it's a lot.]
What are you even talking about?!
[This is worse than trying to have an impactful conversation with Coran.]
[The singing stops, though the hit tune carries on in the background. Educate thyself young Keith, this is the song of his people.]
I'm not talking about anything, I'm singing it. But before you hang up — how might one get a hold of Miss Allura? I already have a phone of my own and I hate it. All this beeping and texting bullshit drives my delicate hippie sensibilities batty.
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The only one I know about is Coran.
[You're sounding shadier and shadier by the second. So, moreover:]
That isn't an Altean name.
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It's short for Randolphin.
[Obviously.]
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[This might be legit, like, barring the fact that everyone she's ever known besides Coran is dead. Between them two and Romelle, everyone's extinct dot png.]
And you're just getting a [Paladin.] headcount?
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1/2
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If Keith deigns to pick up the phone again he'll hear a happy ditty punching out over the speaker. Richie's left the poor gal's phone broadcasting next to his turntable.]
DON'T
STOP ME NOW
because I'm having a good time
HAVING A GOOD TIME!!
i thought i was so funny doing the read thing but actually
Look -- does Allura....
[...]
DOES ALLURA KNOW YOU'RE USING HER STUFF-?
a;lskdjf IT WAS FUNNY look maybe it works for space phones...
[He swings back around the line, having only heard the tinny reply from afar where he was fixing a hot pot of pasta. It reminds him of his radio days, taking the piss out of callers in between Led Zepplin and Alice Cooper tracks. Ah, nostalgia.]
Pardon me? You'll have to repeat that, I'm busy being a racing car —
[And then he syncs up with Freddie Mercury, doing a decent impression of his soaring roar.]
— passing by like LADY GODIVA
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping meeee!!!
I FREAKING HOPE
...Look. [No, nobody's looking and that doesn't generate a lick of attention because Freddy Mercury is being blasted into his ear. Not in the sense of rupturing his ear drum, but it's a lot.]
What are you even talking about?!
[This is worse than trying to have an impactful conversation with Coran.]
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I'm not talking about anything, I'm singing it. But before you hang up — how might one get a hold of Miss Allura? I already have a phone of my own and I hate it. All this beeping and texting bullshit drives my delicate hippie sensibilities batty.
19 years later with dunkin donuts
[The point about him having stolen her phone seems moot, as he's now emulating a 75 year old man.]
Give it a rest.