IC contact

[doubleoohbaby]

Bond. Leave a message.

( Texts. Phone calls. Pictures. Video. If you can think of a reason why you'd have Bond's number, go ahead. )

Comments

phone; whatever

[doubleoohbaby]

North Korea for some reason.

phone; probably!!

[hexappeal]

"For some reason"? Are you going to explain this to me or am I meant to guess?

phone; :|a

[doubleoohbaby]

I'm not sure I can explain beyond... I don't know.

phone; ?__?

[hexappeal]

Try.

phone; e_e

[doubleoohbaby]

One moment I was at the City, the next I was on a beach in North Korea. And unless you'd decided to get rid of me for a few weeks- which I'm starting to assume wasn't the case- then I can only think it's the Porter's doing.

phone; ._.

[hexappeal]

[Relieved. Sort of.]...you're alright, then?

phone; :\

[doubleoohbaby]

My favourite suit is ruined.

phone; :/

[hexappeal]

I'll get you a new suit, you idiot.

phone; :{

[doubleoohbaby]

Oh.

[He is so tired and bewildered okay.]

I've been trying to get in touch.

phone; :<

[hexappeal]

I... I'm sorry about all the messages. You weren't responding and I tried to locate you but I couldn't. It was like you were being blocked from me. [So, naturally, she assumed the worst.]

phone; :>

[doubleoohbaby]

I tried calling and it just... disconnected. Every time. No matter what phone I used.

I sent a postcard...? [Vaguely hopeful but uh, yeah, he realises she never got it. It'll probably show up in her post tomorrow now, thanks Porter.]

phone; :)

[hexappeal]

I'm sorry for assuming the worst.

[She's sorry for a lot of things, James. She shouldn't have been so paranoid.] I didn't get a postcard. Are you... sure you're okay?

phone; :]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Gruffly;] You can make up for it by picking me up.

phone; :T

[hexappeal]

[A little hurt, instead of the usual offended pissy reaction.] You'll have to tell me where you are first.

phone; :t

[doubleoohbaby]

[Sigh.]

Darling. You don't need to be sorry. You weren't to know and this was all awfully timed.

phone; :F

[hexappeal]

We can continue this conversation after I've come for you, James.

Re: phone; :F

[doubleoohbaby]

Alright. I'm over at [a port of some variety].

1/2

[hexappeal]

I'll be there in--

[hexappeal]

[She shows up not far from him, but quickly spots him and rushes to his side.] -- now. [She leans forward a touch and catches her breath, then looks up at him with a slight smile.] I was worried. You'll tell me about it, won't you?

[doubleoohbaby]

[So many cuddles the second she approaches. He's not hesitating to hold her close.]

It's good to see you, darling.

[hexappeal]

[Honestly a bit unexpected. She quickly realizes that it shouldn't be, however, and responds in kind.]

Worse than you let on, then? It's been about two weeks, you know.

[doubleoohbaby]

It was fine. I'm fine. I'm used to it. I just didn't want you worrying. [Drawing away.]

Not that I thought you would, but still...

[hexappeal]

I was coming to get you. And I was already worried. [She shakes her head.] No, that's a lie. I was scared. That you were dead, that you were pretending to be dead, that you were being tortured, that you'd felt I had boxed you i nor something. And that you needed to be away from me. A million scenarios and I kept trying to find you. Then I stopped trying because you must not have wanted me to find you. Then I didn't care if that was the case, then I did...

[She throws her hands up and lets out a relieved sigh, offering him a reassuring smile.] You get under my skin, you know. But this isn't about me. Do you want me to take you home?

[doubleoohbaby]

[He can't help but chuckle at her little ramble. He'll talk of his adventures later, when he's not tired and hungry.]

Mm, mine or yours, just need a shower. Or a bath might be nice.

[hexappeal]

[She's frustrated, okay? At the very least, she seems to be embarrassed by all of it.]

Yours. [No kids or housemates who are considerate, but still will be concerned. She loops her arm around his and gives it a squeeze.] Emoh.