VOICEMAIL

[enjoymyatelier]

"...well, I suppose it's about time I make one of these things...

Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Lord Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi. I am unable to answer at this time due to some other business I have to attend to, but state your purpose and I'll get back to you whenever I find the time."

[I'm cool with any sort of one-on-one stuff going on here so long as it starts with a voicemail! Obviously we'll need to plan if our characters are in the same area or not if we want to switch to action, but you know!]

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[doitrockapella]

Some people would find it flattering that you apparently look so much younger than your true age.

And at least one of those April birthdays I know of is gone, so it'll be a day of memorial celebration, if anything.

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[enjoymyatelier]

Perhaps I'd be flattered if she'd said it was my eighteenth birthday, or something along those lines.

Ah... I suppose so. I had to wonder about that, given how many people I've seen come and go.

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[doitrockapella]

Which makes you how old, then? I need to know how many candles to buy, come April.

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[enjoymyatelier]

Thirty-six.

That would be a few too many candles to fit on a reasonable cake, though, I'd say.

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[doitrockapella]

My favorite age.

These coincidences are adding up; are you sure you haven't been spying on me?

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[enjoymyatelier]

I assure you I haven't. That wouldn't be at all gentlemanly.

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[doitrockapella]

I'm turning thirty.

If I offer it up myself, it saves you the discourtesy of having to ask.

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[enjoymyatelier]

Ah.

Really? That's not what I was expecting at all, though I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting.

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[doitrockapella]

Well, I always did like the thought of being charmingly unpredictable.

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[enjoymyatelier]

I must say, you do an excellent job of it.