[Nearly afternoon. Long enough to make introductions to his new wife, apparently, and determine there's no kids lurking around in any crevice of the building. Long enough to rediscover his human face, and human stomach, and sit down to make a lunch that doesn't consist of old gifted gelatin combinations. Long enough to feel terribly alone... And then, a response comes.]
OH MY GOD. I DON'T EVEN NEED TO CHECK IF IT'S REALLY YOU. WHO ELSE WOULD TAKE BASICALLY FOREVER TO REPLY?? WAS THE RADIO ALL THE WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM?!!!? OVER.
[It was under a sock, wasn't it? He bets it was under a sock.]
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OH MY GOD. I DON'T EVEN NEED TO CHECK IF IT'S REALLY YOU. WHO ELSE WOULD TAKE BASICALLY FOREVER TO REPLY?? WAS THE RADIO ALL THE WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM?!!!? OVER.
[It was under a sock, wasn't it? He bets it was under a sock.]