Voicemail

[my_own_advocate]

"Do people actually still use voicemail? How charmingly backwards. Leave me a message, or better yet, invest in an instant messenger app and join us in the 21st century. Cheers!"

He didn't need to mention his name with a message like that, did he?

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[my_own_advocate]

Someone with deep-seated personal issues that they feel trumph whatever amount of respect they have for you as a person.

Why was he relationship-counseling Seivarden now?!

[1000yearstoolate]

It was either Lucifer or Amaya.

She only did it when it came to me. I'm pathetic, aren't I?

[my_own_advocate]

Yes.

Five seconds later:

In general. Bribing squirrels to erase your existence and importance to her from the world, though, that's cruel and dehumanizing and frankly, I don't know why you've put up with it.

[1000yearstoolate]

It took a while for Seivarden to reply.

I was lonely. The others were worse.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, she clearly didn't respect you either, Lucifer wrote, irritated. So stop chasing her. Stop seeking her approval. You don't need it.

[1000yearstoolate]

You're right. Amaya said I should apologise. I did. Now I'll forget about it.

Then:

I look forward to the party.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, though try to be less of a morose drunk about it," Lucifer wrote, sighing.

[1000yearstoolate]

Remember Ibiza?

[my_own_advocate]

I don't remember assaulting you with text messages about my woes in Ibiza, Lucifer pointed out, You just kept bothering us and then being offended we hadn't cheered up yet.

[1000yearstoolate]

That wasn't what I meant.

Then:

I said I was looking forward to the party.

Here Seivarden sighed too, because why would she be miserable at a party?

Not that she never had, but not recently as far as she remembered.

[my_own_advocate]

Had someone ever told Seivarden she was a terrible communicator?

Well, good. It's going to be the best one the island will have all summer.

[1000yearstoolate]

Of course it will.

She wished she could show up at Lucifer's doorstep instead of heading home, mostly just to sleep sprawled all over him. Even drunk, she knew better than to ask.