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Post by Emerson Jenner on Sept 14, 2011 2:17:41 GMT -5
|"I have no idea what yer trying t'tell me... y'should reallllly try harder to make sense."
He holds the phone away from himself long enough to take a drink.
"Why'd ya call me, anyway?" [/sup][/sub]
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 2:25:56 GMT -5
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"M.....My think it you dial me??"
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Post by Emerson Jenner on Sept 14, 2011 2:31:43 GMT -5
"...not even gonna try to figure that one out."
Another sigh.
"So, Rosalyn, why're you incapable of speaking clearly?" [/sub][/center]
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 2:47:31 GMT -5
"mfmmmmfmmfuh! ... uh..."
Mouth was obviously full at that point. The sound of coughing further from the phone is heard as she literally tried to choke down the food she had stuffed her mouth with. Licks at her teeth as she brings the phone closer once more to try again with this speaking thing.
"Not... uh.... from... here.... taught... language... self.... speak... how...."
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Post by Emerson Jenner on Sept 14, 2011 2:55:10 GMT -5
"..I see.... where are you from, then? I'm from the States 'n all.. soo....
No clue where he was going with that idea. [/center]
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 3:07:53 GMT -5
"States? United? English?"
There is a thud as she resumed her sprawled position in the earlier location she was at. She switched languages, though she still had quite an accent in that one as well. Not as thick as before, though.
"You speak the English? Is this better one?"
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Post by Emerson Jenner on Sept 14, 2011 4:07:23 GMT -5
He switched languages as well, though he seems just as comfortable with this one.
"Yep, English. Where're ya from, anyway, Rosie?"
He doesn't know why this conversation has lasted as long as it has. [/center]
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 4:41:51 GMT -5
"Ah, everywhere! I do not know what born I am but I have so many places been and so many country! I learned a lot of languages, but I never have around to maintain the sufficient grasp. The English is easy, although."
A big smile could be heard in her words and her voice softened.
"Hey, I want to permit of thanks so much for talking at me. I do not why you dialed, but this much fun~"
A happy little hiccup.
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Post by Emerson Jenner on Sept 14, 2011 21:09:19 GMT -5
-"But I didn't.... oh whatever. Yeahh, nice talkin' to ya."
He figures he should hang up, seeing as Lyn seems to be in to mood to.
"aaahhh... bye."
click. [/center]
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 21:54:51 GMT -5
"It is n-"
click.
She blinked. The happy tear that had formed in her eye squished out and slid down her temple as she was laying so her head was off the side of the bedding. She let out a few soft 'hello?'s, but she was repeatedly greeted only with the sound of the dial tone.
Still sniffling stupidly, she attempted to redial that number.
She could not remember the number, so dialed someone else. Another random person is getting a call!
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Post by azzale on Sept 14, 2011 22:04:55 GMT -5
"Hello?" A cold voice answers the phone. Seeming less than amused at having been called. A shuffling of a book being put away. "Who is this?"
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 22:16:55 GMT -5
"Why you did hang uuuuuuuuuuuuup?"
The girl whined into the phone, hiccuping. She still spoke in English, the fact that there was a different voice who had answered not registering yet, along with the fact that that obviously different voice had not spoken English.
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Post by azzale on Sept 14, 2011 23:01:54 GMT -5
He blinks at her words. She wasn't speaking Japanese. "Excuse me I think you have the wrong number. And I don't speak English" A loud mewling sound is heard. "BE QUIET WANYAMON! DON'T MAKE ME LOCK YOU IN THE CLOSET AGAIN!" More meowing, followed by footsteps retreating away from the phone. A loud thump sound.
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Post by lyn on Sept 14, 2011 23:14:42 GMT -5
Her brain sent a few misfires as it tried to swap over to the language that was being spoken. That was not English. That was Japanese. That was not the same voice from before either. Then again voices on phones were slightly distorted, so maybe he sounded different?
Despite her state of mind, she face-palmed. Duh. He had been on the phone before too, he would have still sounded the same. Stupid.
She switched over to Japanese, voice still pitched slightly higher from the tears but less so than before.
"Not wanting I to closet, comfy in the bed.... Who?"
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"Hello?"
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Post by azzale on Sept 14, 2011 23:24:31 GMT -5
Fur rustling. A clattering sound. "Hello? Who is this? Do you like games? Whats your favorite food? What is your favorite color? MY NAMES WANYAMON, AND I LOVE YOOOOOOUU!!!!!!!" More meowing and purring. "COME PLAY WITH MEEEEEE!!!!"
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