( To an extent, this girl troubled Integra. This did not mean she disliked her in any capacity, but for whatever reason, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her many troubles. Such is what led to her making this phone call, of all things: )
[Felicia had been elbow deep in suds as she cleaned up after dinner with her room mate, and the fact that she had that she had to dry herself in a hurry when the litte device rang loudly was plain in her somewhat startled tone. She had yet to quite figure out how to toggle the notification settings on her CEREvice-- and, truly, didn't even realize that they were even a thing that existed.
Setting the towel aside, Felicia just giggled nervously at this seemingly casual call.]
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Voice; 8/8 Sometime in the evening??
Good evening, Miss Felicia. Are you well?
Sure!
[Felicia had been elbow deep in suds as she cleaned up after dinner with her room mate, and the fact that she had that she had to dry herself in a hurry when the litte device rang loudly was plain in her somewhat startled tone. She had yet to quite figure out how to toggle the notification settings on her CEREvice-- and, truly, didn't even realize that they were even a thing that existed.
Setting the towel aside, Felicia just giggled nervously at this seemingly casual call.]
Things are going well enough-- how are you doing?