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[ibreakrules]

For all of your lovely ladies out there falling over yourselves in an effort to talk to me, I'm right here.  I promise I'll get back to you as soon as I have a second too. 

For those of you who aren't lovely ladies... I'll get there eventually.

Comments

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to be able to get your flying machine, Bishop. You'll have to talk to Tony Stark yourself. Sorry.

[At the end is a text of Tony's number (http://geniusnabottle.livejournal.com/2330.html)]

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Forget that! Where the hell have you been?!

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

I was the guy in the news. I'm in jail for murder.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

What guy in the news...

[About ten minutes later he'll continue.]

Kevin Ford?

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Yes. I'm Kevin Ford.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Pathetic way to learn you real name, Casper.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Wither is one of my names. Just not the one on my ID.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

And not one I like calling you.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

It's still my name, Bishop.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean I have to call you that.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Not like you listen anyway.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Why would I?

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Because it's my name?

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Meh. Teito's lucky if I ever call him by name.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not him.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

No, but while you mean something to me, I know him better. If I call him brat, you can figure you will be called that too.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a while to text back. He's trying to figure out if that's a good thing or not.]

Well, you won't be able to call me anything much. Jail and all.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Then I'll find a way to get you out or something.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

I've got someone getting me a lawyer. They'll probably handle it. You're welcome to come visit.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

[Considering he knows nothing about law besides the church's kind which straps you in chains and throws you in a cell... ahem... he'll leave it at that.]

Alright. Where are you?

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

City jail. They're allowing me visitors now. Think visiting hours start at nine or ten.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

Visiting hours? Jails have that kind of thing?

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Of course they do. People can't just come in whenever they want to see those in here.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[ibreakrules.livejournal.com]

That's not what I meant. People couldn't get in to prisons where I'm from.

[Text - early Sunday morning]

[southernreaper.livejournal.com]

Well, you can come visit here. If you want.