A notepad? H-hold on a moment!
[Bits of shuffling can be heard in the background. Quickly you can hear what seems to be paper being set down.]
Okay, I’m ready! Mr. Pence, was it?
||anon asks||
"Don't worry yourself. There's no hurry," he plucks. A pleasant call after whatever happened with Scrollen-
"Yes, Mr. Pence is fine. I hope, surely, you weren't actually trying to call me. Can't imagine why-" he drones on, strumming the cord of his desk phone. The dull vibrations go up and hit the frequency between you two, sending low hums under your voices.
"So, you called an internal line in the Mansion, probably because you'd punched in too few numbers?? Maybe. See, the phone needs careful attention to the exact numbers, pal. Once you get those, you can save the contact. Do you know how to save a contact?"
This goes on for a short time.
:the connection has expired:
:would you like to redial?: