Entry tags:
Holly Heights Mailbox + Phone + Inventory
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Gau Meguro
Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (medacium )
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (
coreopsideae ) Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (
medacium ) Voicemail
(555) 587-8423
(555) 587-8423
"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"
Beep!
Beep!
Earned inventory:
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event
Re: action
[the boy's whole expression suddenly clamps up; that single eye snaps to Gau, and then away again (something nervous, something hunted)]
[a sudden casualty is feigned (and a sudden impatience, which comes much more naturally to that quickfire mouth)]
-- No. That'd be stupid. Forget it, alright? Don't you gotta get up early to ace good boy school?
[his hand scratches a bit roughly at the lump of bandages across his nose (but all that mussed red hair conceals whatever's spooked him as much as it conceals whatever's on his face, beneath it)]
action
[Nitpicks at dictation aside, Gau leans forward- pure curiosity and no hesitance in the face of Badou's unsure body language.
He puffs out his chest slightly. One could almost mistake it for his famed temper.]
If I was worried about that, I wouldn't have answered your call. I wouldn't fail just because of one night of bad sleep!
[Perhaps a bit of haughtiness behind those words, but it isn't unwarranted.]
But... Why should I forget it?
Re: action
[ignores all the other bullshit, and the scratching leads to some poorly healed skin giving way, a light wetting of blood under bandages; he doesn't seem to notice, or care, his face has been pretty numb]
[his visible eye is dark, narrow; closed for business]
Can you not actually sew? Is that why you're putting it off?