[ William grins past the receiver at March’s italics, tongue wetted past his teeth. What’s the point of being trapped in an alternate universe if you don’t get some roaring twenties weirdo ringing you up out of the blue for a private audience every now and again. ]
How’s tomorrow afternoon for you?
[ He checks his communicator while he waits for an answer, and carefully deletes an existing appointment. ]
no subject
How’s tomorrow afternoon for you?
[ He checks his communicator while he waits for an answer, and carefully deletes an existing appointment. ]
Say, two o’clock.