Voicemail!

[pocketpretzels]

"Hello, you've reached Det- Sh- Watts. It's Watts. Leave me a message."

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

Sometime in the afternoon on Friday, October 7, a package was left outside of Watts's apartment door. Inside was a reasonably priced bottle of wine. If it looked as though it was the result of someone going to the store and saying "Give me something better than average" well that'd be accurate.

The note attached simply said M.

[hasaknightjob]

Immediately after his call with Wanda Steven sent Llewellyn a text:

I'm all right. Bit cross and not the best of company. Think it's best to do a night in. Nothing to worry about. I love you.

[hasaknightjob]

While checking his messages late afternoon Friday, Marc realized that he hadn't sent Watts a text even though he thought he had. So he fixed that.

Steven's hanging back for a bit. He's fine, just needs quiet.

Phone Day Omg

[begmetwice]

Look, Irene was never going to turn down the likes of pretty, naughty photos in her texts, no matter how many feelings she caught. What a nice surprise!

The day I turn down photos of your naked body is the day you ought to send someone to do a wellness check. Never fear, no offense taken.

Phone Day

[flamesburned]

Liz was a little puzzled from the message she’d received from Steven so after thinking of a reply she wrote back a response, hoping for more information.

I don’t think I’m the right person to ask either. Why do you need to move a watermelon through a tight space?

[hasaknightjob]

Sometime on Monday, August 7th, when Watts opened his door he would find a brand new bottle of familiar looking whiskey with a note on it that simply said M.

[mylandmyrules]

And early evening he'd get a text from Nell.

No get together tonight. See you next week if you're free.

[hasaknightjob]

Sometime late afternoon/early evening on May 24, 2024 there came a text from Marc's phone.

Staying over Harley's. Steven will be back in the morning. Promise.

[hasaknightjob]

In the evening of June 4, 2024, a text came in from Marc's phone.

Staying over at Harley's. Lemme know if you need anything.

Oh look! Phone day!

[hashtag_chocobro]

[[ from here!]]

Wait, hold on! Was I supposed to be somewhere? Did we have something planned?? I don't remember, can I blame Dad Brain? I'm so sorry, where am I supposed to go? Is it too late? What did I screw up this time?

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was mortified. Absolutely mortified'

don't even know how to respond to that! Please don't send me any message like that again!

Wacky phone day!

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

I would never presume to tell you who you could have sex with! Or anything else, for that matter.

[fears_no_one]

At least this call hadn't been about sex? Flint was pretty sure it hadn't been about sex, anyway.

"Why the hell should I care whether the dean thinks you have integrity? Who's the dean?"

Wacky Phone Day!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Yet another message that Arden wasn't sure how to deal with.

"Okay, so as flattered as I am to be your forbidden fruit...uh, actually, I don't really know how to finish that. Umm, thanks?"

Wacky Phone Day!

[single_man_tear]

So the message he got seemed weird but it mentioned brunch which Dean was 100% okay with.

"Look I don't care about drugs. I don't care if you're in drag or not or even if you're just naked. Whatever. If it involves bacon, pancakes and eggs, I'm in! Just tell me where? Is Waffle House showing up again?"

Phone Day!

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Forbidden fruit? I don't know what I've done to make you think I considered you that way but I feel I ought to apologize!