Have you noticed that I post a new drabble every two days? I wonder what will I do when I run out of ideas…
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor the characters.
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PHONE CALL
The
never-stopping, buzzing sound caused Kai to avert his gaze from a
heavy-looking book by Fyodor Dostoevsky and
look at his cell phone. A brand new Nokia was vibrating for a minute
now. The caller sure was persistent. The bluenette finally gave up
and decided to answer the phone.
"Ok, Tala, what do you want?"
his voice was tar from being friendly.
"How do you know it's
me?" the redhead was perplexed. Besides, such greeting wasn't
exactly what he was counting for.
"Idiot, your number was
displayed."
"Oh, right. Anyway, I'm calling because…you
see…"
"Could you hurry up? I don't have the whole day, you
know."
"I…I mean we were wondering when are you coming back
to Moscow. We miss you." The last sentence was barely audible.
There was a long pause at the other side of the line. Finally, Kai
spoke.
"Tal, have you lost a bet to Bryan and he made you call
me?"
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