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?

Comments

[my_own_advocate]

The second mistake is that you insist on remaining there, obviously, Lucifer wrote, smirking.

[1000yearstoolate]

Are you suggesting I shouldn't take care of the shop I own?

Her only source of rather meagre income, not that Seivarden would mention that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he read that text.

That would be the least interesting possible interpretation of this conversation you could come up with, he texted. Don't get testy.

[1000yearstoolate]

What are you suggesting? I have some birds to return.

In case Lucifer wondered, some kinds of slang didn't translate to Radchaai.

[my_own_advocate]

I am teasing you in the hopes you'll come over after you're finished. You could hear the sigh in those words. Don't make a big fuss about it.

[1000yearstoolate]

I am not making a big fuss.

A second later:

I do have the evening free.

[my_own_advocate]

And I have tea, Lucifer texted pleasantly, and things to eat with it.

... Pot brownies. He was talking about pot brownies.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden would appreciate both those things.

You have to decide which tea set to use.

And next:

Do you like birds-of-paradise?

[my_own_advocate]

The bird, or the marijuana strain?

One had to ask.

[1000yearstoolate]

The bird. I wasn't aware it could be a drug. There's a lot to choose from on this planet, I have to admit that.

She added a picture of one of the birds.

Should I bring anything?

[my_own_advocate]

Surprise me.

Beat.

I didn't take you for a bird person.

[1000yearstoolate]

Keyleth ordered them by mistake. Issa won't like them.

You might get a tasteful flower arrangement, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Not entirely what Lucifer had in mind, but he wasn't going to turn it down.

I take it you'll be sending them back.

[1000yearstoolate]

If I get someone to answer the phone. Or the emails. I can't just leave them somewhere to freeze to death.

Another text:

Are you going to play for me?

[my_own_advocate]

You only need to ask.

And playing after brownies was always more fun, especially with Seivarden around.

[1000yearstoolate]

He might not get to play for very long though.

Unlike some people, I won't send the rest of my suggestions written down. Or in pictures.

[my_own_advocate]

That is the worst form of teasing.

[1000yearstoolate]

Don't you like teasing?

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, but teasing about teasing might be a bit too meta for me, Lucifer... teased.

[1000yearstoolate]

I don't believe you./i>

[my_own_advocate]

I don't lie.

[1000yearstoolate]

So he kept insisting.

Fine. I want to fuck you on the piano after you've played for me.

[my_own_advocate]

That wasn't so hard, was it? Lucifer texted, smirking. Well, not yet, at least.

[1000yearstoolate]

If you're going to be like that I might take it back.

Probably not though.

[my_own_advocate]

You'd rather tend to your birds-of-paradise?