[There are a couple of voicemails left for Barnaby, each a few seconds long. Each a couple of minutes apart. They're filled with heavy static, as if the Forge is being intentionally shaken.
The truth is, Kotetsu can't hold his hand steady long enough to speak into the microphone, and is afraid to let the silence stretch long enough for Bunny to worry.
Ten more minutes, and he tries again. The Forge is on the table. He's still trembling slightly, but he's steady enough to speak, he thinks.]
Bunny?
[--god, is that what his voice sounds like right now? It's hoarse and cracked, and Kotetsu tries to swallow, but his mouth is too dry, and his throat hurts too much to try to clear it. So much for trying to sound casual.]
[ voice ] /botherbothers c:
The truth is, Kotetsu can't hold his hand steady long enough to speak into the microphone, and is afraid to let the silence stretch long enough for Bunny to worry.
Ten more minutes, and he tries again. The Forge is on the table. He's still trembling slightly, but he's steady enough to speak, he thinks.]
Bunny?
[--god, is that what his voice sounds like right now? It's hoarse and cracked, and Kotetsu tries to swallow, but his mouth is too dry, and his throat hurts too much to try to clear it. So much for trying to sound casual.]
...A-are you busy?