IC Inbox

[threelayers]

[A tinny, electronic voice comes on the other line. The message recorded is very obviously a 'default' setting of the fluid, available to any user. It displays no name or identity.]

The person you're trying to reach cannot answer the phone right now. Please leave a message with your name and number after the beep and we will return your call.

[What? Were you actually expecting her to record a voice message?]

Comments

[threelayers]

Ah well, that is a thing yes.
I'm going to go with "Better luck next time?" on this one?

But seriously, try not to be so nervous about it.
Confidence is sexy for most people.
As long as it's not over-confidence.

[glitchinthesystem]

Hey. I have plenty of confidence....just not with this.

But, I'll keep it in mind for next time if there's a guy.

I doubt it, but I'll keep it in mind.

[threelayers]

Not giving you the "Many Fish in the Sea" bullshit line.
But think of it this way?
You're young, and if even a screwed up basket case like me can find someone?
You'll get there eventually. Just takes the right timing and patience.

So what's your type like anyway?

[glitchinthesystem]

Okay, fair enough but uh...

I don't know if we're close enough for me to share something like that.

But, uh. I like guys if that's what you mean.

[threelayers]

Fair, but you ARE the one who butt dailed me your confession
And you do realize I can look up Hunk and figure out your type that way right, hehe.

But on the plus side?
You're in luck there!
Lotta dicks here.

[She was awful sometimes.]

[glitchinthesystem]

[ The longest of pauses and the longest of flattest, blankest stares. ]

I'm hanging up on you now.

[ because you are awful, Neo. And he clicks off. ]