Regular network number (easily accessible): 0080207226
Secondary cell phone number (hard to get, may not answer at first): XXX-257-3776 "The user you have dialled is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone."
Primary cell phone number (holy cow how did you get this?): XXX-544-8664 "This is Kallie. Leave me a message - with your name. Thanks."
[ Shit shit shit, it is way too late/early for this. This number is only known to a tiny handful of people at best, so... considering the randomness, Kallie might be totally mistaken on who this might be... ]
[ Cutting straight to the chase, because even if she thinks she knows, she's not about to jump straight into said assumption without making sure first. ]
[This is actually, believe it or not, the second time tonight someone’s asked him this. This is also the second time that he’s uncertain who’s actually answered. It takes him a minute to reply, because he’d like not to misspell his own name four times again—so he types it out slowly and carefully.]
k o t e t s u
[yes, the spaces are intentional. They’re also mostly for his benefit; seeing straight leapt out the window after his motor coordination about an hour ago.]
[ Yeah, she... she has no idea who that is. 8| If he's ever mentioned his real name on the network before, it was either in a place she didn't see or was at some time she wasn't paying attention. She also pauses. She's not really, you know, a late night person, so her paranoia's behaving a little oddly. ]
[ Well, she doesn't know! She's never heard the name before - that she remembers - but LC has like a... huge Japanese population. Maybe it's actually a common name??
In any case, fine. In goes "kotetsu locke city" into Google. Life in the information age!
[ That's... that's actually a serious question, believe it or not. Agitated as it is, even she notices the bluntness and decides to add on a few moments later: ]
[ Indeed. Needless to say, Kotetsu's mystery texting partner is Not Impressed. She gets enough of this from her not-yet-matured friends, never mind guys who get paid with taxmonies or whatever...! ]
[ Rarely will you meet someone as stubborn as she. The fact that she's still replying at all is really because she knows now from the wonders of Google and deduction that he's a network-user too... and the last thing they need is this idiot texting more random people with network woes. ]
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misdial to secondary cell; text; 1:40 AM 8/17
dhowdid everyhting get so fucked up
whyh does anynoe thikn were cut out fr tihs
oh lawd...
[ Shit shit shit, it is way too late/early for this. This number is only known to a tiny handful of people at best, so... considering the randomness, Kallie might be totally mistaken on who this might be... ]
8'D
[Heaven help you, Kallie. Social cues have long since gone completely out the window, and he honestly has no idea what you're asking him.]
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[ Cutting straight to the chase, because even if she thinks she knows, she's not about to jump straight into said assumption without making sure first. ]
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[This is actually, believe it or not, the second time tonight someone’s asked him this. This is also the second time that he’s uncertain who’s actually answered. It takes him a minute to reply, because he’d like not to misspell his own name four times again—so he types it out slowly and carefully.]
k o t e t s u
[yes, the spaces are intentional. They’re also mostly for his benefit; seeing straight leapt out the window after his motor coordination about an hour ago.]
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You got a last name too?
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cmon ihiw many ktoet kotetssus can their b inlocke
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In any case, fine. In goes "kotetsu locke city" into Google. Life in the information age!
... Several minutes later: ]
Police guy?
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y
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[ OH GOD, OH GOD, SHE IS GOING TO BURN THIS PHONE FHDAUIGWJ. ]
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mnot shore wjos numbr this is anynire
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[ That's... that's actually a serious question, believe it or not. Agitated as it is, even she notices the bluntness and decides to add on a few moments later: ]
Are you drunk?
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yeah.
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Put the phone away until your not drunk any more.
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yui now
i todl you ny namd, yiu shud tell ms yours to
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Go to bed.
[ Rarely will you meet someone as stubborn as she. The fact that she's still replying at all is really because she knows now from the wonders of Google and deduction that he's a network-user too... and the last thing they need is this idiot texting more random people with network woes. ]
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no beds rownd neway
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[ SHE DOESN'T CARE, MAN. JUST SOMETHING THAT'S NOT "TALK TO STRANGERS ABOUT NETWORK STUFF." ]
...i'm sorry for this tag v.v
[.....yes, yes they are. A+ observation, Drunkuragi.]
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[ JFC is she really going to be up all night trying to trick this loser into leaving her in peace? ]
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[He'll either eventually get distracted or she can stop replying, really. He's out of it enough that he wouldn't actually notice if she did.]
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