[ dialing random strangers is a thing dave does not mind doing; he just picks a retrospec account at random and dials the person up via voice, because at least network people will be a little less weirded out by someone trying to attain bingo. maybe.
[And why are you calling him about birds. There is a very confused Irishman on the end of this line who may be used to nonsense but not your particular brand of it, and certainly not at this hour in the day.]
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I mean, not that I'm not flattered. It's just that something tells me your kind words and heart emojis aren't meant for me. Though I've been proven wrong before I suppose.
[The sad thing is that it takes Faolan a long moment to try and determine whether or not this truly is a misfire or not, because he had gotten awfully sentimental with her a few weeks ago. Blame it on that knock to the head...
He sits staring at his phone for a good while before gathering himself together enough to formulate a response that he hopes is not entirely inappropriate one way or the other.]
[He's not laughing exactly. He is definitely making this face though because this is the first time that Laurent has asked for clarification on his English and he's savoring the moment.]
[ Laurent is making use of this obnoxious Halloween theme on the app. Will you send him virtual candy or prank him? There's always a purpose though, and he sends a follow up: ]
[Trick or...? Faolan has been so pointedly ignoring the Halloween theme that he's forgotten there is an actual use for it. And what to choose? Will Laurent read too much into his option one way or the other? He doesn't really want to prank the younger man but...
After a long period of thought eventually Faolan just gifts him the treat as he had intended to all along and just gets it over with.]
Getting into the holiday spirit? You're not thinking of throwing one yourself, are you?
[ Laurent is padding around in t-shirt (which declares 'I'm not quiet, I just don't like you') and boxers trying to be, in fact, quiet. He knows Faolan wakes up early, and while Laurent does too he normally doesn't bother moving right away. Instead he prefers to stay in bed reading a little while before moving to get up and dressed.
This morning, however, he feels as if he should make some effort.
He pulls on a loose grey shrug which has, miraculously, resolved itself into pale blue recently, and pads around to knock on Faolan's door.]
My cooking skills may not be Michelin star worthy but this once I can offer you French toast and coffee. You have five minutes to decide while I make tea.
[Faolan is up. He's always up early in the morning, sometimes taking a coffee out to his balcony to watch the sun rise, sometimes doing some calisthenics -- push ups, sit ups, that sort of thing. He's just finished a couple rounds of the latter when he hears the pad of Laurent's feet outside his door, followed by the knock. He sits up from his position on the floor and takes as moment to process Laurent's words before he offers:]
Five minutes. Got it.
[He pushes himself up off the floor, hurriedly throwing on a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, ducking into the bathroom to finger-comb his hair into something more presentable than "I was just doing pushups on the floor after I woke up" before he tries not to hurry out the door and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Laurent's never offered to make him breakfast before. Faolan's expression of surprise is honest and genuine as he peers around the corner at him and makes his way to take a seat at the breakfast counter.]
[Faolan climbs into the car after Laurent, fastening his belt one-handed before Laurent moves to lean into him. It's different, Laurent allowing himself to accept comfort from him, but Faolan would give him anything he needed if it helped him feel better. He squeezes Laurent's hand gently, running his thumb across his knuckles before pulling his hand into his lap. Cupping it with both hands and encouraging him to sit as close as he wants.
He doesn't try to say anything as they head back to the apartment. He isn't certain that there's anything really necessary to be said at the moment. Laurent is making it pretty clear what he needs of him, and he's doing his best to make it so. It isn't until they've made it the full drive back that he realizes they've barely spoken a word at all.
Squeezing Laurent's hand to let him know they've stopped -- he's not too sure whether he's awake or not, with how quiet he's being -- Faolan slides to open the car door and help Laurent out. Not once letting go of his hand. Not unless Laurent releases him first.]
[ Laurent is awake, thought he remains quiet -- lost in thought. He sits up as Faolan squeezes his hand, slips from the car and pushes the door closed. He gives the driver a quick wave of thanks, keeps a loose hold on Faolan's fingers as he leads him up the steps toward their building. The security guard nods to the two of them as they pass through the entrance, and Laurent swipes his key-card to call the lift.
The lift arrives, and Laurent remains quiet.
He watches the numbers tick up slowly, playing with his key-chain idly as he waits for the doors to open. When they finally slide apart with a chime he steps out into the hall, and reaches to turn the keys in the lock one-handed -- still holding on to Faolan even as he finally pushes the door open into the apartment. ]
[ IT'S SLANG TIME see if you can get through this conversation without awkwardness this time Faolan. You're being given a second chance on the language barrier help. ]
[EXCELLENT a chance for Faolan to redeem himself. He'll try and do his best. He likes the idea of Laurent trusting him enough to turn to him for help. So long as he can actually help him...]
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7/5 in the morning sometime. A NORMALISH TIME, NOT THIS TIME.
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Hey so peacocks - rave turkeys, yes or no?
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I... Who is this?
[And why are you calling him about birds. There is a very confused Irishman on the end of this line who may be used to nonsense but not your particular brand of it, and certainly not at this hour in the day.]
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would you please answer YES or NO to the following question
Q: PROMPTO ARGENTUM IS KIDNAP MATERIAL
thank you for your time!
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Define 'kidnap material'...
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LET'S DO THIS
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Event week 2
[ He made it across. ]
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My first recommendation would be rest. You aren't going back across that thing, are you?
[ Faolan knows what happens when tired arms and long drops mix with one another... ]
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8/20
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I'd say being continuously attacked by shadow wolves was definitely more of a down side.
What about yourself?
[Nobody's kidnapped you yet I see. Good, good.]
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This isn't going to lead into another one of those polls, is it...?
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misfire text; sometime this month when it's convenient!
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I’m so sorry I gave Faolan one of the most awkward misfires.]don't be sorry this is priceless
I mean, not that I'm not flattered. It's just that something tells me your kind words and heart emojis aren't meant for me. Though I've been proven wrong before I suppose.
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He sits staring at his phone for a good while before gathering himself together enough to formulate a response that he hopes is not entirely inappropriate one way or the other.]
...you're welcome?
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You are not allowed to laugh.
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And what context did this come up in exactly?
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How do you feel about Halloween parties?
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After a long period of thought eventually Faolan just gifts him the treat as he had intended to all along and just gets it over with.]
Getting into the holiday spirit? You're not thinking of throwing one yourself, are you?
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How'd you like the whiskey?
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This morning, however, he feels as if he should make some effort.
He pulls on a loose grey shrug which has, miraculously, resolved itself into pale blue recently, and pads around to knock on Faolan's door.]
My cooking skills may not be Michelin star worthy but this once I can offer you French toast and coffee. You have five minutes to decide while I make tea.
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Five minutes. Got it.
[He pushes himself up off the floor, hurriedly throwing on a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, ducking into the bathroom to finger-comb his hair into something more presentable than "I was just doing pushups on the floor after I woke up" before he tries not to hurry out the door and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Laurent's never offered to make him breakfast before. Faolan's expression of surprise is honest and genuine as he peers around the corner at him and makes his way to take a seat at the breakfast counter.]
...hey.
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[Faolan climbs into the car after Laurent, fastening his belt one-handed before Laurent moves to lean into him. It's different, Laurent allowing himself to accept comfort from him, but Faolan would give him anything he needed if it helped him feel better. He squeezes Laurent's hand gently, running his thumb across his knuckles before pulling his hand into his lap. Cupping it with both hands and encouraging him to sit as close as he wants.
He doesn't try to say anything as they head back to the apartment. He isn't certain that there's anything really necessary to be said at the moment. Laurent is making it pretty clear what he needs of him, and he's doing his best to make it so. It isn't until they've made it the full drive back that he realizes they've barely spoken a word at all.
Squeezing Laurent's hand to let him know they've stopped -- he's not too sure whether he's awake or not, with how quiet he's being -- Faolan slides to open the car door and help Laurent out. Not once letting go of his hand. Not unless Laurent releases him first.]
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The lift arrives, and Laurent remains quiet.
He watches the numbers tick up slowly, playing with his key-chain idly as he waits for the doors to open. When they finally slide apart with a chime he steps out into the hall, and reaches to turn the keys in the lock one-handed -- still holding on to Faolan even as he finally pushes the door open into the apartment. ]
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1st!
What is 'lau'? Does it stand for something?
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'Lau'? Where did you hear that?
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