Please Leave a Message
:Chapter Nine:
Joey, sitting on a kitchen chair with his back against one arm rest and his feet propped up on the table, dialed the number for the Ishtars, who had moved to Domino a month ago. Forget the fact that they'd only spoken two sentences with Serenity after their arrival in town. (The first being a death threat, the second being an apology, one sentence from each Ishtar.) It never hurt to be thorough when up against an evil such as Tristan's crush on Serenity.
The phone hadn't even rung once before someone picked up.
"Hi." Joey began. "This is-"
"I know, Joey." A voice interupted. "This is Ishizu."
"Ah-"
"Yes, 'dat figures', I know."
"So I was wondering-"
"Yes, I will leave my answering machine on when Tristan calls."
Joey paused.
"Speechless? I understand completely. It happens a lot for some reason."
"W-"
"Wow. I know."
"Geez. You-"
"Really are psychic? Yes. I am. Jealous? Wait, don't answer that. You are, I KNOW." There was another pause. "I know you want to hang up right about now, so I'll let you do so."
Joey breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah yes, the sigh of relief. I almost forgot about that one."
"Uh..."
"Bye. Yes. Oh. By the way, ouch."
Joey was left holding the phone with the dial tone buzzing in his ears, and feeling highly confused. By that, meaning more than the usual.
He shrugged, leaned over to hang up the phone, and maybe grab a bag of chips off the counter.
That last part had to be left as a maybe, however, because the chair tipped over and the blonde found himself sprawled on the ground with the chair on top of him and a bruise forming on his right elbow, which left his entire arm numb with that pins-and-needles feeling that hitting one's funny-bone leaves people with.
"Ouch..."
:End Chapter Nine: