THE BOX || IC Contact

[arollingstone]

WASSSSUPPPPPPPP!!!

beep!

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1-20 / Voice

[polariity]

[Ring ring ring!]

[TJ, it's a phone call on this fine (okay no positively shitty) morning! You should probably answer it. But regardless if you do or just let voicemail handle that sucker- ]

[Psii's voice comes out in a high panic, laced with fear.]

I don't remember writing thith, TJ I don't remember writing thith, I can't have- TJ I can't have written thith but it'sth mine, TJ I can't- I can't do thith, TJ, pleathe- I don't know what'sth real or not, I don't-

[The erratic lisping ramble is broken by a sharp sob, a fractured intake of wet breath. Even over the phone, there can't be any doubt that he's crying.]

I don't remember writing thith...

[Hopefully TJ has picked up the phone by now.]

[arollingstone]

[Seeing Psii call him, after the strange dreams he'd had, gave TJ nervous pause. Did something go wrong? How long had he been sleeping? It twisted up his gut and made him uncertain of what to expect.

Upon hearing Psii's voice, he was surprised at how unsurprised he was. Anxious, TJ listened to try and pick up words in the lispy, too-fast rush of words.]

Psii? Dude, bro, you gotta slow down, what don't you remember writing? [Already, TJ was on his way. He'd woken up on the sidewalk, which boded very ill to begin with, but it also meant he wasn't far from Psii's place at all. After all, before unceremoniously falling asleep, that's where he'd been coming from.]

[polariity]

Thith- thith thing, in the box, it'sth in my handwriting, TJ, jutht going on and on... It'sth thaying I'm inthane. Jutht- fucking 'broken', over and over and over again.

[arollingstone]

[Alright, "slowing down" was definitely not on the menu. TJ upped his pace, jogging to close the gap between himself and Psii's place.]

What box, man?

[polariity]

There wath a box- two, one wath for Latula, one for me, but I didn't think there wath anything it, though it wath jutht a fucking joke, gift box in wrapping paper and everything with nothing in it, but there wath, TJ.