Disclaimer: Marvelís Marvelís. No money means no money. Iím not repeating myself, Iím not. *g*
Notes: Thanks to Lyssie for looking over this and for the title. Comments, critique and generally all feedback would be loved at email@example.com
Dedicated to Timey! Happy Birthday, dear. :) *snugs*
Pick up, pick up, pick up--
Hey, itís me.
Yes, me, Nathan. And before you say anything--
Iím pretty sure thatís anatomically impossible.
Please donít hang up.
Would it help if I said I was sorry?
Thereís a place for Askani philosophy, but this isnít it. Iím sorry for what I said. Iím sorry for what I did. Iím sorry for generally being a donkey.
Stop giggling. I meant to say jackass. On second thought, donít stop, I like the sound of you laughter.
No, Iím not just trying to suck up to you so youíll forgive me, whereíd you get that idea?
The last time, huh? Well, Iíve grown and matured since then. And gotten a different hair color.
No, Iím not saying the fact my hairís gray is your fault.
Where am I? On a payphone. More specifically? Look out of the window. To the left.
Yes, Iím aware itís pouring. But I love you and I wanted to tell you Iím sorry and it was all my fault and...
Iím not babbling.
Stop laughing at me. I donít look like a drowned rodent. I donít.
Jamaican blend? Iíll be right there.