David Roberts // Westley (asuwish) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2010-03-26 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | david roberts, kelly roberts |
Phone Call
Who: David and Kelly Roberts
When: Friday
-ring-
-muffled giggling- "AHOY."
-mumbled- "Oh for fucks sake..." -normal voice- "Uh, right. Avast!"
"Haaah! David! What has you calling at, uh, whatever time it is?"
"Well, it helps that I know neither of us own a watch." -lame- "I, uh, just got in. I've been thinking though that this place blows and I need to get out of here for awhile..."
"Hey, I own a watch! Somewhere!" -laughs- "Weeeeeell. You could always go stay with mom and dad!" -quick pause- "Kidding."
"Don't even joke about that! Can you imagine?"
"I'm not quite high enough to imagine that, no. So, you saying you want ot come visit or what?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm getting at. You still got that crappy futon?
"Yep! Even though last time you were hear, you told me the only way to make it less comfortable was to set it on fire."
"I stand by that statement. If we get bored we can have a bonfire."
"Then your ass will have to sleep on the floor. And I will have no pity for you."
"I'll be comforted by the memory of the flames."
"Whatever helps you sleep. But yeah, you're welcome to come out whenevs. I've got a whole lot of nothing planned for the weekend, so I can even keep you entertained. We both know how my you LOVE going clubbing with me!"
"Good, because I've got a whole lot of nothing going on too. So lucky for YOU, your rockstar brother is available to help you pick up chicks."
-long pause- "Sorry, I was just trying to figure out if stranger words had ever been uttered."
"They have. Trust me, Kel. You haven't been around reincarnates long enough. We're the normal ones."
"Seriously? Maybe I should separate myself from that weirdness sooner rather than later. Or not. It sounds kind of funny." -pause, then whiny- "You're not going to be a great big cockblock, are you? Hitting on all the cute girlies?"
"Maybe." -teasing- " I'll let you have a few, just to be nice..."
"David. You are such a hater."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game."
"What was that, I couldn't hear you over all that douchebaggery."
"I said, uh... Don't worry about it! It's not like you can't handle the competition."
"True, true. I am rocking awesome hair. We could always give you a dye job!"
"We better wait on that. Sooner or later I'm going to need a disguise and a fast getaway car, then I'll be up for the new look."
"You could always pimp that whole black mask thing. But then no one would see your hair. Which would be woeful." -laughs- "Anyway. When are you coming out? I'll, uh, try to dig up the actual bedding that goes ON the futon...."
"Wow, really pulling out all the stops, aren't you? I'll head down tomorrow? Before the walls here start to close in."
"You gonna tell me what the problemo is now, or when you get here?"
"Just having an identity crisis. I'll explain later."
"Sounds deep. Well, I have the, uh, necessary medical herbs to help deal with any crisis...."
"My sister the witch doctor. I knew I could count on you."
"Hah. More like 'your sister, neighbor the green dealer'. But whatever. Same different these days, am I right?"
"With you I never can tell." -laugh/sigh- "So yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."
"If I'm not around, let yourself in. The key is under the really inconspicuous fake rock. You know, I bet those work better when there are other rocks around."
"They just might. But maybe you've got that whole hidden in plain sight thing going for you."
"Yeah, that's it! I'm just that smart. Anyway. I need a burrito. Hasta manana!"
"Later."
-click-