Voicemail

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text . voice . video . action

Please note the date and time of day for me!

Comments

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[As a matter of fact, he is...actually about to prove he's Smarter Than The Average Bear Mouse™, as evidenced by a quick scamper to fuss around with the Gear, an abrupt disconnecting of the video, and moments thereafter — ]

m o r t y mo r t y mm m m o r t y !! !

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[Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH.]

Heeeyy, Wiglaf, dudeski can write! Holy shit, that is so cool.

[At this point, Wart's gotten curious, too, and comes over to watch over Dave's shoulder as he replies, reading aloud as he types for Wiglaf's benefit.]

morty huh?
enchante
you met wiglaf and im dave
hey do you happen to be miss everetts dedenne mortimer??

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y y yyyyyyy

m o rty

a n d

g a wa i n

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[Dave blinks, looks back at Wart for a second, and then answers.]

gawain?
like the knight?

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?????

t y ra n t r um

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[Wait. He knows what that is.

He so knows what that is.]

the dinosaur????
holy shit thats so cool
are you and gawain besties oh my fucking god thats a top quality mental image

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t a ll

t o rea c h

t a bl e

m o r t y

t oo s m a ll

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[It's a good thing Karkat isn't here to witness the tiny 'eee' of delight Dave makes. That would just be embarrassing. (Wart is embarrassed.)]

i tell you what morty
cooperation is key
youre gonna go far in life with that
do you get him stuff from the table i bet his arms are too short

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yyyyyyyyyyy

f o o d

do o rs

s p i es

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spies?

[Oh my god. Secret Agent Mouse. It's Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers.]

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y y y

ga w ain i s

d a d

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[...Um.]

like

you spy on his kids for him or...?

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y

so ot h e rs

b e h a ve

n

k eep

me r i

ok

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oh i see
alright
thats cool of you to do then shes a real sweet lady

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yyyyyyyy

hi

w ig l a f

f r i en d ??

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[Dave blinks for the second it takes to parse the message, then chuckles and looks at the little mouse on his shoulder.]

I think he wants to be friends with you, Wig. You game?

[Wiglaf hides his face in busy-grooming paws for a second, but then peeks up and nods.]

Denne!

[Dave smiles and returns the answer.]

sure wigs down to hang out sometime
whats your schedule like

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pl a y !

p l ay so m e t im e

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[Wiglaf taps Dave's neck with his tiny paws before he can move to answer, then scurries down his arm (it tickles, it tickles so much) to balance precariously at his wrist, tail held carefully. He tilts his mousy little head towards the 'Gear.]

Denne?

[Dave looks confused for a second, but then Wart taps his shoulder on the other side, mimes typing in his hand, then nods at Wiglaf.]

Oh! Oh, yeah, okay. [Dave grins, then points to the Y.] That one first, buddy.

[After a moment comes the reply:]

y de s
!

see hes hype