"Hello, hello! You've reached Kanbaru Suruga, better known as Araragi'sRin's a certain someone's sex slave. My specialty move is the edge attack. It seems I'm not available right now, but if you would leave a message, I'll be sure to get back to you on my own time. Thanks!"
It's not that! [ Wait that makes it sound like she's jealous of the other thing... ] What kind of perverted stunt are you tryin' to pull? Are you in some kinda trouble?!
[ She knows Kanbaru is weird and shitty, but she still wants to make sure it's only her being weird and shitty. Concerned and flustered at the same time what a great delinquent. ]
Oh, my, really really really really embarrassing. That's a few more "reallys" than I would've predicted.
[ another laugh, this time somewhat more good-natured ... well, as much as it can be in this situation. ]
Thank you so much for the agreement! That's kind of you to say, even if I prompted for it. Really, it's the highest praise someone like me can ask for. But if the message bothers you, would you like for me to change it?
[ ah, this is cute. ryuko can probably hear some laughter.. ]
Is that the only way that someone could possibly compose such a dirty message? Because I'm being blackmailed, or something else equally troublesome? Perhaps, perhaps not. —Well, no, I'm not in any trouble. I can't lie to someone showing such heartfelt concern for my well-being.
[ Now she's double flustered because she's being laughed at, thx. Time to try (and fail) to be Open Minded. ]
Oi, I don't want people thinkin' any weird stuff is goin' on in the house. Shouldn't you guys keep that between the two of you? [ And not, you know, have it as an answering machine message. ]
Hm, that might be right. I don't consider it humiliation, myself; that's all on those around me.
Ah, but Satsuki-sama really does ask the deep questions... Did you hear my answering machine, yourself? The original message denotes a very important pact between me and another back home. It's vital everyone knows of our special bond! The modified version—... [ aka, when she changed the name to "rin" ] Well, we'll see what comes of that.
Well... It could be, I suppose, if you wanted it to be. How narrow-minded of you. Haven't you ever heard of voyeurism, Ryuko-kun? Though, that likely only counts if I was unawares. Let's start simpler: Pornography, in general?
I'm not a kid. Besides, half the guys back home were nothin' but a bunch of voyeurs. [ And she loves some of those idiots, sure, but they're still idiots. ] I just don't get it.
[ trails off; insert what's meant to be a dramatic pause here. ]
I know about your... hobbies back home. Are you sure you didn't "get it"? Completely sure? One-hundred percent, without a doubt, didn't get it? It's all right to admit if you enjoyed it, even just a little bit. Take it from me!
[on one hand she doesn't want to say Kanbaru's message is bothering her, because when it comes down to it it's almost (almost) as flattering(??!?) in a weird perverted way as much as it is embarrassing (really really really really embarrassing) , but on the other hand...
it's embarrassing.
words, why must they fail her at a moment like this. all she manages in the end is a strangled whimper and a nod, but Kanbaru can't see the nod because this is a voice call!!! good job!!!!]
[ no, she can't see the nod, but she's familiar enough with rin-ese by this point that she understands the strangled whimper's meaning. kanbaru briefly puts her on hold and takes a minute or so to reply, adjusting the message. ]
[ and back ]
There, I changed it. It's more mysterious this way.
It's a long story. [ So... yes. "Clothes were evil aliens" would probably sum it up, but a statement like that needs more context. ] But the point is, I wasn't gettin' off on it. I'm not like that!
[ oh. she can try to surmise what's meant, anyway. it's a lot of possibilities (most of which relates to the confession, she thinks). ]
If it's any consolation, I hadn't meant to remind you of that. That sort of commentary was inconsiderate. But that reminds me... I wanted to ask you something.
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