Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

Comments

[faithfulson]

sure
I'll take your car.

[carbonfrozen]

[The next message is just a photo of a 24-hour convenience store, with neon signage that has honestly seen some better days. It's somewhere near Cape Canaveral, so Han hasn't wandered very far away.]

just outside this store

no scratching my car

[faithfulson]

Got it.

[ Luke deliberately waits for a long moment, until he's stopped at a light some distance away from the store still, before deciding to mess with Han a little. ]

Oops.

[carbonfrozen]

Luke

Luke what did you do

LUKE

WHAT DID YOU DO

[faithfulson]

[ Luke kept driving, struggling not to laugh every time he heard his phone go off. Spotting the convenience store, he pulled up along the side walk, ducking his head so he could peer out of the passenger side window. ]

What?

[carbonfrozen]

[Luke's phone screen is going to have such a long string of notifs just screaming his name by the time he pulls up. Once he does, Han just bends down to look him dead in the eye, one hand on the roof of his car. He may be petting it a little.]

Did you get it scratched or anything? [Listen, okay, listen, this is a very real concern, okay, Han spent like five minutes he could've used getting potato chips and instant coffee on this.]

[faithfulson]

[ Luke let out a snort. ]

No more than you would scratch it, Han.