Inbox: Upcycled

[syntech]

[Just that simple, automated voice saying 'leave a message'.]

This page also serves as the text inbox for Ethan's Upcycled phone, as well as for any more secure networks he/someone may set up to use.

Comments

[grice]

I think that was the last thing he said to me.

[ it still jumbles from time to time, and, his head starts splitting if he tries too hard to remember the details right before one’s very first transformation. at least, when falco remembers it, despite the subtle wince that makes him press his temple to his shoulder, he sounds . . . longing, at the very least. despite colt being gone, the last thing he saw from him, painfully so, was love. falco was sure he’d stupidly do the same thing. ]

I don’t remember it that well, but I feel it. [ a small pat to his chest, and, an amiable chance, he pours a cup of fruit juice for each one (natural, no added sugar), and lifts his. ] To them?

[syntech]

[The smile he gives is warm, head inclining lightly. It's a lot, but they're here and that matters.]

Sometimes, feeling it is all you really need. [He raises his glass on turn when Falco does, smile broadening slightly. He clinks the two together gently then, as he speaks.]

To them.