[Phone to everyone!]
[Dualscar has been staring at the phone for quite some time now. He has a question for Mayfield, but he doesn’t know how to ask it. His drone wife is…kind of freaking him out lately. She’s just so happy, and not in a surprisingly pleasant way like The Psionic’s wife. He doesn’t know how to ask it without her hearing, so he’s locked her in the kitchen.
He barely has the speaker to his face when there’s the distinct sound of a door being kicked open in the background. Those familiar with Mindfang will recognise her voice as she yells into the house:]
HONEY! I’m hoooooooome!
[Dualscar drops the phone to the ground, but he doesn’t hand it up, and thus the next parts of the conversation are open for listening.]
Mindfang--! How did you—ugh. Nevermind. Why are you in my—put that down. Oi!
[Now the sounds of a scuffle are very obvious. Actually, it’s starting to sound quite vicious. The sounds of glass shattering and bookcases being knocked over are becoming more constant and the two of them pass the occasional taunt or curse at each other.]
[Action outside 342 Brady Lane]
[At some point it seems like they’ve crashed onto the yard, anyone happening to pass by will see them tussling and anyone in the area could probably hear them swearing up a storm.]
[[ooc: The obnoxious cerulean text is Mindfang and the lovely shade of purple is from Dualscar. Replies will come from both unless you specifiy! Go nuts!]]
[Dualscar has been staring at the phone for quite some time now. He has a question for Mayfield, but he doesn’t know how to ask it. His drone wife is…kind of freaking him out lately. She’s just so happy, and not in a surprisingly pleasant way like The Psionic’s wife. He doesn’t know how to ask it without her hearing, so he’s locked her in the kitchen.
He barely has the speaker to his face when there’s the distinct sound of a door being kicked open in the background. Those familiar with Mindfang will recognise her voice as she yells into the house:]
HONEY! I’m hoooooooome!
[Dualscar drops the phone to the ground, but he doesn’t hand it up, and thus the next parts of the conversation are open for listening.]
Mindfang--! How did you—ugh. Nevermind. Why are you in my—put that down. Oi!
[Now the sounds of a scuffle are very obvious. Actually, it’s starting to sound quite vicious. The sounds of glass shattering and bookcases being knocked over are becoming more constant and the two of them pass the occasional taunt or curse at each other.]
[Action outside 342 Brady Lane]
[At some point it seems like they’ve crashed onto the yard, anyone happening to pass by will see them tussling and anyone in the area could probably hear them swearing up a storm.]
[[ooc: The obnoxious cerulean text is Mindfang and the lovely shade of purple is from Dualscar. Replies will come from both unless you specifiy! Go nuts!]]
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