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<span class="mu-r">“Come on, it’s not that bad. You should have a decent phone.”</span> you argued. <span class="mu-r">“I can put you on my plan, and you can pay me back whenever the fairy flower business takes off.”</span>
Callisto blinked in surprise.
<span class="mu-g">“Come on, man. You don’t have to go and do that. I’ve got the sewer phone.”</span> she said, as if that made it any better.
<span class="mu-r">“I know I don’t <span class="mu-i">have</span> to.”</span> you said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. <span class="mu-r">“I just think you could use a phone for private use. It’s pretty liberating when you don’t have to wait in line to make a call. And think about all the texting time you’ve missed out on!”</span>
Callisto bit her lip and let out a thoughtful hum.
<span class="mu-g">“I will admit, the sewer phone isn’t the most…convenient form of communication.”</span> she said in the most diplomatic way possible. <span class="mu-g">“And it has been acting up ever since Donny settled into this park. I think it's something with the wires.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“So is that a yes?”</span> you asked hopefully.
Callisto averted her eyes and bobbed her head up and down in a lazy nod.
<span class="mu-g">“Sure. You make a good point. A decent phone would be nice to have.”</span> she conceded.
<span class="mu-r">“Cool. Any idea of what kind of phone you want? Do you have a make, model or OS that you prefer?”</span>
Callisto put a hand up to stop you before you could gain any momentum with this topic.
<span class="mu-g">“A normal one is fine. I don’t need anything fancy. So long as it doesn’t look ridiculous and doesn’t have a ton of useless features, I’m good.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Well there goes my plan to get you a hot pink Ozberry 11.”</span> you said with a sigh.
Callisto gave you a mock glare, but it quickly transformed into a devilish grin.
<span class="mu-g">“Well, if you did that, then I’d have to kill you and anyone else who sees my phone until I decide to get a new one. I couldn’t live with the embarrassment of someone else knowing about it.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’m sure that’d make a great campfire story someday.”</span> you countered. <span class="mu-r">“All you need is a hook for a hand, and we’re in business.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I’m glad that my horrible disfigurement pleases you.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I wouldn’t call it ‘horrible’…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Now isn’t <span class="mu-i">that</span> what every girl wants to hear.”</span>
The two of you shared a brief laugh, before you decided to ask one of the two important questions you’d prepared beforehand.
<span class="mu-r">“Glass told me that you’re planning on getting involved with the ‘Kick’ distributors.”</span>
Well, it wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement.
Callisto didn’t bother to deny it. She simply folded her arms over her chest and looked you dead in the eye, all shreds of mirth gone from her solitary orb.
<span class="mu-g">“I am. It only seems right if there’s a new operation targeting mutants. The X-Men won’t dirty their hands with something like this, and I don’t trust the cops to move fast enough to get this garbage off the street.”</span>
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