Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

And now Summer had to try SO HARD not to smirk at her phone right now, she was trying to be sneaky and stealthy here!

So what you're saying is, she texted back, that if you weren't at home right now, you'd totally consider it

[chef_chocobro]

Could you side-eye at someone through a phone? If you could, that was precisely what Ignis was doing at that moment.

Eventually supplemented with:

Don't you have a bar you're supposed to be tending?

[somethingwithturquoise]

Brilliant. Perfect response. Fucking SCREENCAPPED.

Portals exist, bruh. Just saying