voicemail.

[suiting]

[If there is no active post or you need to contact Inias, leave him a message.

He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]

Comments

[Text]

[ramble_on]

my door is shut and you're not allowed to touch my things

if you do we'll find out what happens when angels get banished here

[Never mind that all these threats are falling on blind eyes; Dean's still amusing himself with the fact that Inias can't read them.]

[Voice]

[suiting]

[Inias is carefully moving out into the hallway, extending his Grace slightly to feel for where he needs to go. One hand on the wall and small steps is easy enough -- and the angel soon reaches Dean's door.

He still, however, uses the PCD.]

Aah -- fortunately, I speak cat.

[Inias does not speak cat.]

It seems they cannot open the door.

[Audio]

[ramble_on]

Alright, alright. I got stuff to do anyway.

[Stuff that isn't 'annoy Inias,' as amusing as this has been.

And he doesn't want to be miserable until he manages to get his room free of cat dander.]

Lock 'em back up.

[Audio]

[suiting]

[There is the tiniest huff of laughter.]

If you insist.

[He's pretty pleased with himself.]

Come, cats.