inbox.

[pse]

Inbox

822 - 2762

Voice — Text

"You've reached [ 822 - 2762 ]. Leave a message after the tone."

Note: She will never pick up the phone for calls and all voicemails will only be answered by texts.

CONTACTS

Amos

375 – 3135

@churnback

Astarion

537 - 8661

@sanguineus

Bucky

222 – 7637

@freakymagoo

Charles

478 - 2238

@thetruefocus

Cid

799 - 3797

@judgmentbolts

Furiosa

610 – 2077

@imperatour

Jinu

569 - 8987

@idolatrized

John

986 - 4434

@adrenalines

Laura

678 – 9829

@valle

Logan

326 – 5587

@carcajous

Lucy

[number here]

@sunnygoose

Lune

538 - 7763

@savante

Steve

987 - 6543

@americassed

Verso

222 – 1879

@recreatable

Yelena

612 – 3341

@resplendents

Code Source

Comments

text

[imperatour]

Proof of life. Sorry for going dark.

[pse]

You okay?
I was worried.

[imperatour]

I'm fine. [ (now.) ]
Some drama at the garage. It's over now.

[pse]

Do I need to break someone's legs?
Or pick up tacos?

[ Is this a beating people up thing or a comfort the roomie thing or ]

[imperatour]

[ Feels weird to explain the whole killing her boss thing in text, so... ]

Tacos would be good.

[pse]

I'll have them on the table by the time you get back here. :)

[ True to word, by the time the door clicks closed again behind Furiosa, Kimiko is perched at the table, removing two boxes — hard-shell tacos with plenty of lettuce and sour cream and cheese for Fury, and a meat and cheese burrito roughly the size of her head for herself. A bag of corn tortilla chips, plenty of little plastic tubs of queso and guac and salsa of varying degrees of spice, and some cinnamon-covered churros for desert.

Mismatched, thrifted plates are set out. Kimiko greets Furiosa with a little wave, a bright smile, and— ] Do you want something to drink?