IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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[garbagechild]

Poor Ralph.

You tried and now you're paying for it.

Looking quite a bit less droopy than he had a moment ago, Wrath turns in his seat to face Ralph, positively lit up.

"Thank you! Thank you, Ralph! You are--"

A pause, as he's clearly thinking.

"... a medium-temperature cat!"

[rocketralph]

The wrecker opened his mouth. And then shut it. There really was no end to Wrath-isms, was there? Instead of asking him what on earth that could mean or offering a slightly more correct substitute, he just pointed both index fingers at the kid.

"Right back at ya."

[garbagechild]

Looking over the moon, Wrath lifted both hands and, after a quick comparison glance to make sure he was doing it right, parroted the motion.