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]

It takes a moment for the dust to settle on that revelation.

Wrath first looks at Henry. Then at the unmoving elevator doors. Then back at Henry again, this time with a furrowed brow. You can actually see the little mathematical calculations floating in the air around his head.

Finally, he asks, "Why?" in the exact same tone someone would use after hearing their friend tell them that they hot-glued their hand to the doorknob at 3 AM.

Because Wrath cannot freaking fathom why on earth anyone would like bananas so much that they wanted their identity inextricably tied to them.