hostage | SIREN'S PULL

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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

[she's smiling slightly.]

I'm glad.

Is there anything you want for your birthday?

Edited 2012-09-24 05:58 (UTC)

Food. Like, real food. Not hospital food.

[a huff of laughter.]

What do you want me to bring?

McDonald's or something.

I don't know. I might eat it all before I get there.

You'll at least steal all my fries. I know it.

Then I'll take that as advanced forgiveness.

Okay, yeah. I forgive you in advance.

Good. I wouldn't want to feel guilty over fries.

Never. I'll always forgive you for fry theft.

Is there anything else you want? Like.. a gift.

[because the last gift she gave someone turned out so well.]

Just you.

[she's a little confused. gifts could not be materialistic?]

That's easy.

It's all I want.

You're terribly spoiled.

Terribly lucky, you mean.

[laughter.]

I should go. The bird is getting cranky that I'm not sitting with her.

I know her pain.

Catch you later, I guess.

I love you.