*his voice sounding a bit strangled as he gets down to stretch for the sock again* Okay. Okay, sure. Give me, like, five minutes.
*hangs up and tosses the phone on top of his bag*
Oh fuck it. *disincorporates and forms a sort of mist, seeping under the locker and pushing the sock within reach*
*reincorporates and pulls on the sock* *sees the phone labeled "Engima" on the floor too, daddammit but he's scatter-brained* *tosses this onto the bag as well and grabs his shoes*