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So I hear you have this fund....
Sep. 4th, 2013 11:36 pm"Hello?" The rough voice sighed tiredly into the phone. "This number is listed as the emergency contact number for an Aya Brea. If you are her closest relatives she is in need of a pick up at the state police building in Keys." The man on the phone seemed really, really tired.
Granted, a bunch of police cadets had been graduated this week so that was probably part of the problem.
"If you are not her nearest contacts please relay the message to someone able to pick her and her friend up." And get them out of his building, please?
Pretty please?
The girls hadn't stopped giggling since they'd been picked up.
The moogle cuddled in the human's lap was trilling kupos in between poking at the tape on her bandage. The bandage on her bald spot. Over her tattoo. There was a tattooed moogle in the precinct.
Giggling.
The girls weren't drunk or high but they were blowing off stress in a very...teenaged sleep over kind of way and they were making the cops tired just by looking at them really, hence the phonecall out.
Aya's one phonecall had apparently gone...somewhere else.
Granted, a bunch of police cadets had been graduated this week so that was probably part of the problem.
"If you are not her nearest contacts please relay the message to someone able to pick her and her friend up." And get them out of his building, please?
Pretty please?
The girls hadn't stopped giggling since they'd been picked up.
The moogle cuddled in the human's lap was trilling kupos in between poking at the tape on her bandage. The bandage on her bald spot. Over her tattoo. There was a tattooed moogle in the precinct.
Giggling.
The girls weren't drunk or high but they were blowing off stress in a very...teenaged sleep over kind of way and they were making the cops tired just by looking at them really, hence the phonecall out.
Aya's one phonecall had apparently gone...somewhere else.
