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Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion ([personal profile] bythewaves) wrote2014-01-27 01:56 am
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Hey, you reached Arnold Benedict of the Benedict Gallery!
Sorry, I can't answer the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you soon.
Bye~!
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[personal profile] arrowpoint 2015-01-27 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing those whispers, Liam shakes his head but it can't be seen through the phone.]

No, don't come here, you can't. I'm in like... quarantine.

[Liam has to pull away the phone to have an unpleasant sounding coughing fit before he can reply.]

I don't know, the doc won't tell me, but it could be something bad.
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[personal profile] arrowpoint 2015-01-27 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Part of him doesn't want to tell his dad where he is. He should stay away from people in case it's whatever Dr. Strider thought it was... but the other part of him, a stronger part of him at this moment, really wanted his dad. He thinks about it for a long time while the sound of his slightly labored breathing can be heard.]

...I'm in Locke. At this clinic on [name] street. But it's locked up, and you really shouldn't come anyway.
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[personal profile] arrowpoint 2015-01-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He groans.]

Dad... are you really taking the chopper? It's only three hours, you can take the limo.

[...Yes, your son is suggesting using the low gas mileage limo instead of the electric car. Something is wrong.]
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[personal profile] arrowpoint 2015-01-27 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Liam sniffles in either tears or from illness - perhaps both, as his voice is shaky when he speaks.]

I love you, Dad. And Mom and Keira too. You'll tell them later, right?