Voicemail

[revengenotebook]

"What is this, 1997? Fine, this is Paris, this is my phone, text me like a normal person."

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[white_oleander]

Since Astrid would be in California during the deadline of this whole Secret Santa thing that she'd mysteriously been signed up for, and she was leaving pretty early the next morning, she made sure she dropped off her present for Paris in front of room 420 on Sunday night. It was a slim package, wrapped in an off-white paper with a hand painted design of Christmas plants, with what she felt was a very nice 2019 planner inside (though it was still weird to be looking for a planner for 2019) and small pack of colorful gel pens.

Look, Astrid was a '90s kid, gel pens were easily one of the coolest writing utensils you could get, and if Paris couldn't appreciate that, then she was even more of a monster than Astrid had originally presumed.