impatient feet pacing on carpet “Answer your phone, you motherfucking c--”
Riiiiiiiiing
“I swear to fucking God, Eli---” a yelp as a toe stubs against the leg of a coffee table
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
Click.
“You've reached Elias Bishop. It really isn't necessary for you to leave me a message.”
a sharp intake of breath before--
“YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING ASSHOLE. You gave me a fucking POWER STD, you heartless fucking bastard, and now my FAVORITE LINGERIE is sitting in a pile of UN-FUCKING-RAVELED THREAD on my bathroom floor. And I don’t know how to fix it and I don’t know what the fuck is happening. I swear to fucking God, Elias Bishop, I am going to be the FUCKING END OF YOU if this is your fault.”
a pause, someone trying to calm their breathing
“I have no idea what the hell is going on and I don’t feel my powers but I somehow have something like yours and I don’t know what the fuck to do. And I’m freaking out.”
a distressed noise
“And now my throw blanket is unraveling and--- I can’t control this and I wouldn’t even know how and I haven’t felt this fucking helpless since my powers ca-- Look. I know you give less than zero fucks about me and my problems, but I’m scared and you are the only person I know who can maybe help me, so just. I don’t fucking know. Just call me back, okay? Please.”