→ voicemail [[hollyheights]]

[sentiments]

"You've reached Barnaby Brooks, Jr. I'm sorry I'm not here to answer your call; please leave a message after the beep."

Comments

[wildest]

Why do you look so mad? I didn't do anything wrong y'know! This is totally the Landlord's fault!

[sentiments]

I'm not mad! [He's totally annoyed.]

It's not your fault, I know. You're... you're probably just going to have to be orange for the rest of the day.

[wildest]

[Kotetsu just makes a grumbled, disgruntled noise before he hangs his head, completely at a loss.]

I guess so. It's not that bad... I just look like I got one of those fake tans. You know, like the kind that people spray themselves with? Did you know there are spray tans?? It's ridiculous! Who wants to look like a carrot?!

[sentiments]

I good portion of people, I guess. It's ridiculous, though.

...we could always try giving you a spray-tan closer to your tone.

[wildest]

No way, I don't want my skin to be messed with anymore. That stuff sounds really uncomfortable anyway. And who knows about the side effects. Wouldn't it bother the pets? And then Kaede might say I look even more weird...

[Stop being such an old man.]

[sentiments]

It won't bother your pets unless they try to lick your skin. But... just bear with it until it passes.

[wildest]

That'd be even worse! I wouldn't be able to pet John or Bunny!

This is probably one of the weakest pranks the Landlord's ever pulled.