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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

Comments

[hadnoright]

Fair. No skin off my back. She's had her warning that she's mortal now. And that's all she's getting.

[crushed_pearls]

"Only one more question on the topic, love. And no judgement either way I just don't wanna get blindsided - did you bang it out with the incarnation of madness and fear or nah?"

[hadnoright]

The face Daisy pulls.

Definitely not!

[crushed_pearls]

"Message received, damn. I'll stay on my toes, and...if you hear me in trouble, I'll trust you when you come running. Deal?"

[hadnoright]

I do have standards.

Anyway. Deal.

[crushed_pearls]

"High standards or low ones?" Erin teases, with all the energy of 'would you still love me if I was a worm'.

[hadnoright]

Highly specific standards. Like not shagging concepts.

[crushed_pearls]

"Daisy. The self is a concept."

[hadnoright]

Alright, little miss over-literalism-as-humour.

Wrap?

[crushed_pearls]

"Think of it as something to fuck out of me later." Erin chuckles, then sighs fondly. "...Love ya."

Wrap!

[hadnoright]

😘