[Freddy thinks for a long time before hazarding a response. It's too close to things he's wondered about himself but been afraid to examine too closely, dangerously close, but like a moth drawn to flame he can't help but answer the call.
He contents himself with assuming the guy's a warden; he SEEMS like a warden, anyway.
Unlike his earlier endeavors on the communicator, the punk-ass turns of phrase and dropping of letters are gone. You're speaking to Freddy, Hannibal. Not Freddy-As-Orange, not Orange, but Freddy.]
What if your giris don't mesh?
[Clumsy; he's close on pronunciation, but it's nowhere near as perfect as Hannibal's.]
Like, you agree to help one guy out, and then you say you're gonna help somebody else but you can't do both 'cause they go against each other?
[audio; PRIVATE (thank you, Pink)]
Date: 2011-09-13 01:25 pm (UTC)He contents himself with assuming the guy's a warden; he SEEMS like a warden, anyway.
Unlike his earlier endeavors on the communicator, the punk-ass turns of phrase and dropping of letters are gone. You're speaking to Freddy, Hannibal. Not Freddy-As-Orange, not Orange, but Freddy.]
What if your giris don't mesh?
[Clumsy; he's close on pronunciation, but it's nowhere near as perfect as Hannibal's.]
Like, you agree to help one guy out, and then you say you're gonna help somebody else but you can't do both 'cause they go against each other?