answering machine

[rivalappeared]

"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

[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.

[rivalappeared]

[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.

[rivalappeared]

[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?

[rivalappeared]

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.