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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[shadowglitter]

[ Odin reads this message.

He thinks of the guy Poe loves, the two of them showering together, being together, claiming Poe, taking Poe away.

He THROWS HIS PHONE INTO FUCKING SPACE.

He just stands there, watching it go. Great. Cool. GREAT. COOL! BYE! HE ANGRILY RAISES BOTH MIDDLE FINGERS AND JUST WAVES HIS ARMS AS HARD AS HE CAN, FLIPPING OFF HIS SHITTY STUPID PHONE WITH ALL THE STRENGTH IN THE WORLD AS IT DRIFTS OFF OUT INTO SPACE. BYE! BYE!!!!! BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF! FUCK! FUCK

He sits down. His suit is beeping a little louder now.

fuck.

fine.

Mental network access until he gets back to Earth, he guesses. He sighs and fogs up his helmet. ]

Cool. Thanks.

Meet you in the confessional.