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Tweak says, "I'm not your girlfriend."

Zane Rosen § Vanyel Ashkevron (ashke) wrote in reincarnatecomm,
@ 2015-01-16 23:32:00

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daniel morgan, zachary evans, zane rosen

Drunk dials
[Saturday, January 17th, around 2:00am GMT.]

Voicemail
To: Zach Evans
From: Zane Rosen

"Heeeey!" There's no disguising the fact that he's more than a little drunk; he isn't worried, Zach has seen him way worse off than this. "I was just callin' cause... I miss you, I guess. 'N I know I cain't say nothin' since I didn't talk t'ya after Ban, but it was stupid not ta, an' you're smarter'n me. An' I wish you'd tell me what's wrong, cause bullcrap y'r just busy, you gotta work hard t'avoid me this good. Somethin's wrong and I wanna help like you been helpin' me. An' I kinda suck without you, man, I need my wingman. Dude got pissed cause I was leavin' after, an' threw my damn phone an' the screen's cracked now, and y'r good at avoidin' the crazies, y'know?" He sighs, and there's a brief scuffling sound as he sort of forgets to avoid a wall. "But you, you c'n take all th'time ya need, Prince Charming. Cause I'm your best friend, no take backs, no gettin' rid of me now, even when y'r being a dumb ass and not talkin' t'me. An' I'll make sure the liquor's up t'your standards when y'r ready to talk, ya snob. An' keep buggin' y'r brother, an' y'r gonna regret givin' me unsupervised time with 'im cause we may just gang up on ya, so better talk t'me soon before us Hufflepuffs take over the world or some shit, an' did I tell ya he made me do the damn Pottermore shit so he could prove he was right? Your brother's the fuckin' Sorting Hat, an' it's okay, I like you even though y'r a Slytherin, y'r the good kind of Slytherin, like Snape, 'cept nicer, an' prettier, so really not like 'im at all I guess. But you're good. An' sneaky. But good. An' I'm glad we never fucked so we c'n be friends now because I really, really like you, jus' not like that, like..." And the voicemail cuts off. Zane reached the time limit, and is explaining to the streets of Glastonbury why and how he likes Zach for a few seconds longer before realizing and hanging up.]

Phone call
To: Daniel Morgan
From: Zane Rosen

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	tothenunnery 2015-01-17 06:49 am UTC (link)
	Daniel laughs kindly. He’s fairly certain Zane is nothing but a good dog parent. “He just wants to show you how happy he is to see you. Dogs are pretty amazing that way.” A pause. “But if he knocks you down and you find you can’t get up, I’ll still come heroing with a sword. Maybe. I don’t know actually, it’s pretty cold out there.” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ashke
2015-01-17 06:49 am UTC (link)

“It’s fuckin’ cold. I cain’t feel my fuckin’ ears.” Zane still sounds much too cheerful for someone who can’t feel his ears. Another minor scuffle as he attempts to unlock the back door and opens it. “Hey, boy, didja miss—” A loud thump; he dropped the phone when the dog jumped on him, and for a few minutes the only sound is distant laughter and not very convincing demands for the dog to get off, then more thumping as Zane wrestles him. He’s breathless when he grabs the phone again. “Fuck, sorry, y’still there, Badger?”

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 06:51 am UTC (link)

Daniel waits patiently on the other end of the line until Zane manages to find his phone again, only mildly concerned that in the process of dog wrestling his friend might actually hurt himself. He was pretty drunk, after all. “Still here.” And sleepy, but a little unwilling to end the conversation. “It occurs to me that I don’t have a nickname for you, yet. That seems unfair.”

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ashke
2015-01-17 06:52 am UTC (link)

“Y’wanna gimme a nickname?” A few more bumps while Zane starts toward the bedroom, and the sound of fabric sliding and shuffling, he doesn’t even bother waiting to get there before he’s kicking his jeans off. “Ush’ly the nicknamer, not th’ nicknamee.” His voice is muffled for a second, the shirt is going too. “Whatcha thinkin’? Hufflepuff?” Hey, Daniel has called him that, and they can’t all be as clever with nicknames as Zane.

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:00 am UTC (link)

“No way, it has to be more clever than that. Hufflepuff is just too obvious. And could mean anyone. The nick name has to be specific to you, something that means Zane and no one else.” Daniel’s aware that he’s starting to ramble a little, but that’s just what happens when he’s somewhere in between sleep and awake. He’s still perfectly aware of the fact that he’s talking to Zane, but there’s another part of his brain that’s still very much asleep. “It’ll come to me. Probably when we least expect it. And it’ll be great.”

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ashke
2015-01-17 07:07 am UTC (link)

“Uh-huh.” Zane flops in bed, wiggling under the covers. Duke joins him, stretching out on top of the covers along his back, and he sighs, content. “I have faith in ya. Y’ll come up with a great ‘un and I’ll love it. Then we’ll both have ‘em. ‘N they’ll be a disgustin’ just between us thing an’ everyone’ll make fun of us for it.” It doesn’t sound like he thinks it’s a bad thing.

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:08 am UTC (link)

“They’ll just be jealous, that’s all. Sucks for them.” Daniel pauses, exaggerating a moment of silence where he is supposed to be thinking hard on a nickname for Zane, before offering up a suggestion that is very clearly a joke. “What about Jigglypuff?” What? He was young once. Despite it being a joke, Daniel was actually pretty proud of his clever Pokemon/Harry Potter mash-up. Or maybe he was just that tired.

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ashke
2015-01-17 07:09 am UTC (link)

In that moment of silence, Zane starts drifting off. He’s really drunk, after all, and he’s got a warm body in bed with him, and someone else’s sleepy mumbling in his ear, and it doesn’t so much matter that the body’s a dog and the voice is over the phone. “You really jus’...” A yawn interrupts him. “Jus’ call me after a puffy pink ball? Y’r such a dork. ‘Sides, I’d be Eevee.” Okay, so maybe he knows a little about Pokemon. Whatever, it was cool once.

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:15 am UTC (link)

“Right, and I’m the dork. Clearly you’ve thought about this before,” Daniel shot back goodnaturedly, grinning through the haze of impending sleep. The sleep now more evident in Zane’s voice was somehow lulling Daniel even further back into the softness of his own bed, reminding him how nice sleeping was. “I’ll think of something. Just has to come to me… in the right moment… Like fate.” Somehow his tired brain made a connection to a conversation they’d had previously about that. He had no idea why.

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	ashke 2015-01-17 07:16 am UTC (link)
	“Watched cartoons. Y’ass. With my brother…” And maybe he’d owned some of the cards, too, but he’d never really played. “Yeah. Fate. Fate’s…” Zane wanted to say good, but fate was rarely good, except… sometimes. Sometimes, you got lucky, and fate brought you good things too. “Yeah. It’ll come to ya.” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:17 am UTC (link)

“I’ll get back to you about that at a more socially acceptable hour.” Daniel snorts quietly, mentally remarking to himself on how late it was, though he doesn’t say as much, nor does he make any moves to end the conversation as he feels himself drifting off more and more to a real sleep. He’s pretty unconcerned about it, actually. He really just didn’t want to hang up. If they both fell asleep over the phone, so be it. “Glad you called.” Daniel was mumbling, barely intelligible, but hopefully Zane could understand him. After all, it couldn’t be any worse than Zane’s drunk speak. “S’nice talking to you.”

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ashke
2015-01-17 07:22 am UTC (link)

“Nice talkin’ t’you too.” Zane also has no intention to actually get off the phone. The sound of Daniel’s voice is lulling him to sleep, now that he’s in bed and actually starting to warm up. “Glad you answered. Y’r good t’talk to. Make me...” He drifts off, and for a moment it seems like he may have actually drifted off. Then, he takes a breath, and finishes with, “Happy. ‘M real happy. Even though t’night sucked. ‘S better now.”

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:23 am UTC (link)

“Oh, well, I’m sorry you had a bad night.” Daniel musters some genuine concern into his voice despite the exhaustion, and somewhere in his brain it occurs to him that he never actually asked Zane what he was doing out so late by himself. Hadn’t seemed to matter much at the time, and it didn’t really matter now. He was just glad Zane had gotten home safely. And that he could do even something as small as picking up the phone to make his night a little bit better. “Glad I could help some….” His voice loses that little bit of alertness and it’s back to near nonsensical mumbling. “You deserve… all the good nights.”

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ashke
2015-01-17 07:24 am UTC (link)

“Y’make ‘em better.” Zane sees nothing wrong in saying that, right now, drunk and only half awake. “Can call me. If you need a good night. Y’know that, right?” If he can make Daniel’s night better. Zane hopes that’s something he can do, it’s something he wants to be able to do. It seems only fair, Daniel’s so good at doing it for him, this feels really one-sided, now. “You deserve ‘em too.”

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tothenunnery
2015-01-17 07:31 am UTC (link)

"I know." Daniel's pretty sure he's smiling but he's also drifting back to sleep, not fully occurring to him that he's still on the phone and should probably officially hang up. "Thanks. Mean that." A short pause as Daniel begins to nod off, though he might have managed to mumble a real 'goodnight' before officially falling asleep, still not actually hanging up the phone.

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	ashke 2015-01-17 07:35 am UTC (link)
	The silence stretches for a moment before Zane realizes that Daniel isn't talking anymore. He whispers. "Badger? Badger?" When there's no response, he yawns. "Night." And he's drifting off, as well, phone still pressed to his cheek, the sound of Daniel breathing in his ear soothing him to sleep. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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