Voicemail

[canondisasterbi]

“Hey, you’ve reached Michael. Leave a message. Or don’t. Whatever floats your boat.”

*beep*

Comments

[anomaly_research_nerd]

Sometime late, while most of the island was across the pond on that trip to France, a text would have come through on Michael's phone, from Connor. If he was around to get it at least.

"Hey... Micahel. How's it going? Miss me?" There might have been a small emoji smiley face and a wine glass emoji accompanying that message.

[anomaly_research_nerd]

Nothing to see here. Just a random text. With a photo. Of Connor. In a an ugly Christmas sweater.

know you aren't big on parties. I'll drink enough for the both of us."