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trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am
trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am
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For ashyperfume
It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?