Voicemail

[bitchprince]

It's almost silent, but in the distance, Arthur's voice can be made out if you put your mind to it.

"...Merlin, I hardly need your help to figure out this... voice... thing." A short silence, and then, much, much louder, he continues: "No, I am aware of which direction I am supposed to speak in. The question is, do you have any idea--"

  "You have reached the Blackberry telephone of Prince Arthur Pendragon. Leave a voice or text message after the 'beep', and I'll get back to you. Please don't try my room phone, as it is unfortunately deceased."

BEEP.

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[withoutverona]

At the hour when Romeo usually took a break to go practice with Arthur, he was at a point of tipsiness that found him too addled to want to hit anything, and not drunk enough to go to the Salle anyhow out of badly misplaced pride.

Hence, phone message. If you didn't know Romeo he sounded almost sober.

"Arthur, it's Romeo. I'm busy at the shop -- last day an' everything -- so I won't be in the Salle today. I'll be there next week. I think. My portal out is to come that afternoon. Don't - don't miss me too much."

And then there was some barely audible giggling as Romeo hung up.

[bitchprince]

After a short while, Arthur left a message in return. He'd figured out how and he'd use it.

"Romeo," he said, "Continue to send me voicemails the likes of this one, and I can assure you that won't be a problem."

Click.