IC Contact

[foolishwren]

ffzzbrrttzzckssshhhh

"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
[Need to send Heather a private message but don't particularly wanna spam up your friendslists? Feel free to leave it here! Please include the name of the game and IC date of the message in your comment to help avoid confusion. For OOC contact, feel free to send a PM or IM the mun at Phantastus! peace out yo]

Comments

[getthehorns]

I asked if we could stay the winter in Olivine. He said he had no reason to stay, so he left.

[ A sigh. He suddenly sounds... tired. ] I'm at my wit's end, Heather. I don't know what to do.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Poor guy... if she were there in person, she'd pat him on the shoulder or something.]

[Instead, she huffs out a sympathetic sigh.]</sub>

That old man can be such a baby sometimes...

Look, he's comin' to see me at some point soon... I'll try and talk to him then or something. He can't stay mad forever.

[getthehorns]

Thanks Heather. I owe you one.

[foolishwren]

... Nah, you're good.

S'what friends do.

... 'Sides, if anyone can knock some sense into that grumpy old coot, it's me, right?

_{[... She says this like she's capable of knocking ANYTHING into him.]}