[There's normal angry Pokey, and then there's serious angry Pokey. This is the latter. He hadn't forgotten that. Some things go bone deep.]
Okay. Okay, I won't.
[He swallows hard, and shifts the phone receiver from one ear to the other.]
It's dangerous? It's... creepy, but it doesn't look dangerous.
...just a sec.
[And the receiver is set down with a clatter. Pattering feet can be heard running away, and after a little under a minute of silence, Picky returns.]
7132 Brooks Lane. I'm at 7132 Brooks Lane. I saw it on a letter.
Where are you, Pokey? Are you nearby?
[He dares to get excited again, and to let it come through in his voice. Even if Pokey was being really serious and really demanding... well, this wasn't too different from how things used to work.]
[phone][Filtered]
Okay. Okay, I won't.
[He swallows hard, and shifts the phone receiver from one ear to the other.]
It's dangerous? It's... creepy, but it doesn't look dangerous.
...just a sec.
[And the receiver is set down with a clatter. Pattering feet can be heard running away, and after a little under a minute of silence, Picky returns.]
7132 Brooks Lane. I'm at 7132 Brooks Lane. I saw it on a letter.
Where are you, Pokey? Are you nearby?
[He dares to get excited again, and to let it come through in his voice. Even if Pokey was being really serious and really demanding... well, this wasn't too different from how things used to work.]