answering machine

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"Hey, you've reached Green Oak. If this is League business, leave a message. If not, I've got caller ID. What are you, 70? Whatever.

BEEP."

[Feel free to leave Green a voice message or a text message here, with date and time.]

Comments

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[That struck him pretty hard. Being okay with doing something for himself was still a lesson in progress, and he might not have realized it, but this was probably the critical first step.

Bulba bit the inside of his lip and glanced back up at Green.]

... Yes. I want to go.

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[He did a little wavey motion with his hand.]

Then you'll go. Right?

[rivalsweetscent]

[He stared at him a moment more, and then he nodded with a small smile.]

Right. I'll go.

[He reached out to take Green's hand though, cupping his fingers around it.]

... Just... promise you'll try to stay out of trouble? I don't want to lament being too late any more than you do.

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[Green brought his other hand up to touch Bulba's, giving him a long look in the eyes.]

Promise. No trouble, not 'till you get back. Wouldn't want you to miss it, after all.

[rivalsweetscent]

[He squeezed his fingers lightly, but he finally laughed a bit.]

Thanks. That's very thoughtful of you.

[Bulba leaned over a bit to give Green a small nuzzle.]

I know the urge will be strong, so I'll try not to be too long.

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[Green returned the gesture]

Good. I'll see you soon, then.

[rivalsweetscent]

[There. Proper smiles.]

What, you're not going to let me walk to the station on my own, are you?

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Obviously. Are you leaving right now?

[rivalsweetscent]

The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back, I guess. Probably in a little bit, once I get things in order. I'll come get you when it's cool?

[rivalappeared]

Sounds like a plan, buddy.