HOW TO NOT LOSE YOUR DOG. ( chapter fourteen, phone call )
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" CALL ACCEPTED. "
"hello?"
"hey, it's effy!"
"no way! you're british!"
"i am! oh my god, this is so weird! you're actually real!"
"of course i am! but... you! how did i not realise by your vocabulary? damn!"
"haha! it seems you know nothing about me, tommy!"
"what part of england are you from?"
"i'm from up north! i can tell you're a london boy though..." laughs
"i really don't know anything about you, do i? right, come on then. you're telling me about yourself!"
"what do you want to know?"
"i don't know! anything and everything!"
"alright then. well, my name is euphemia clarke, i'm 20 years old. born april 26th and i'm an introvert. i have a older sister called ramona and a dog called beau—"
"no- no! tell me something that the world wouldn't know."
"like what?"
"anything."
"well... oh! when i was little, my mum got me a pair of bumblebee tights for my birthday, and i refused to take them off."
"bumblebee tights?"
"black and yellow stripes."
"oh- dear god."
"i guess i just liked having stripey legs.."
"so, what happened to these bumblebee tights?"
"i outgrew them... and it broke my heart! and they don't make those kind of tights anymore. not for grown women anyways..."
"sad that..."
"mhm... what about you?"
"what about me?"
"you got any good things to spill?"
"well, there was this one time on set that i mistook one of the stunt doubles for robert downey jr."
"what? how?"
"on the first day of screen testing, i went up to the stunt double thinking it was robert himself. and i wondered aloud about his different facial features and whether they changed his appearance for the cameras. until the real robert walked into the room."
"aw man," yawn, "you're a doofus."
"are you sleepy?"
"yeah, your voice is sort of soothing."
"should i keep talking?"
"that would be nice... tell me more about yourself."
