The phone rang, and the assassin stared at it. It shouldn't be ringing, it had no right to be ringing. Yoji was not home, and neither Ken nor Omi ever got calls. It was also late, and they never got flower orders at this time. That phone should not be ringing. Aya tentatively picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hi! Is this Aya...Fujimaiya...Fudgimina...Fujiyama...no that's not it..." said the voice on the other end. The assassin's eyes narrowed, he growled softly, but apparently the person didn't hear.
"...Fujiwawa...oh! I know! Fudgy yamsa! You know what, I'm sorry, I'm really hungry, sorry, the yams thing got me going...I'll call back later...Bye"
click
slam
Across the city, Crawford went into the living room, glad for some peace and quiet. Schuldich and Farfie had gone out for the day, and he was alone; Nagi didn't count, he was quiet enough for Brad's taste. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the phone rang.
"Nagi, get that."
"You get it, I'm reading."
"Fine." he snarled. Nothing would make that obnoxiously stubborn kid do anything he didn't want to. He snatched the phone up and brought it to his ear.
"Hello."
"Bradley! Braddy Brad Brad Brad BradBradBradBradBradBrad. Brad Crawdad! Crawfordad Sad Brad. Bradley wadley. Rad Brad"
Crawford smashed the phone down. Who in the hell was that?...
Farfie was laughing his head off, but Schu was shaking his head sadly.
"We've really got to work on this. Let's try this again. Listen to how I do it, and try to do something comprehensible next time."
ring