Voicemail

[refused2berescued]

"Wait, this works? This phone works? Maleficent's tits, this phone works! Are we sure this isn't Auradon? This is craaaazy, yo!" *Delighted, disbelieving laughter* "Okay, so this is Uma, leave a message!"

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Phone day

[throughaphase]

“Hey, it’s me. Sooo if you’re still up for food delivery, I would love you forever. And tip well.”

[special_rabbit]

The call Amaya had received was so bizarre, she almost didn't respond. But it just seemed kind of rude, and the caller seemed...oddly sincere, so she figured she would just let them know that they were...way, way off.

"Uh, yeah, I don't want any of your octopus balls. Sorry.

" I...didn't even known they had balls..."