[Back dated a week because I just got the mod's approval :| also VOICE POST]

[clockmaster]

[ooc: Hakuba is still on the hospital, his parents are driving him crazy. The three of them can reply to the people who comment here, have fun with Saguru's meanie mommy.]

[There's a soft click and low voices fighting in the background. One of them is feminine and even if she seems calm, there is a dangerous tone in her voice that reflects how pissed she is. The other voice is from a man, less aggressive and far away more cheerful than the woman's but he sounds tense as well.

Something along the lines of 'he's not dying, why did I have to come here, I have work to do in London' is heard before a heavy sigh comes from another voice, Hakuba's, once and the mic cuts off.]

Comments

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Yes, a few things. How old are you?

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Eighteen. Nineteen, in March.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hm. Did you slept with my son already?

...he's not answering the question because he doesn't know if she knows/cares about viruses.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

I have no intentions of doing anything untoward to your son, now or ever.

She knows about them, not what happened but that they exist. And she doesn't care.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

That's not what I asked. Are you avoiding the question?

That's what he figured.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Miss, considering the lack of interest you display in your son's life, I don't think it's any of your business what he does.

:/ sorry

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I will take that as a yes.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Think what you want.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I will.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

How is Hakuba recovering?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hmn...? Oh. Well enough I guess.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

That's good. I'm glad to know that he's healthier.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled too.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Of course. Every parent wishes for their child's good health.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

You don't agree?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Should I?

[stripping.livejournal.com]

It's your son we're speaking of.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Urgh, don't remind me.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

...

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Why do I bother to speak to you?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Because you lack of intelligence.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Oh, thanks.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

My pleasure.