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estoria2016-02-01 07:45 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in estoria2016-02-01 07:45 pm
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Who: om_nom_namur & thatched
When: tbd
Where: Their apartment
What: Losing family sucks
Rating/Warning: Namur's swearing?
[Namur checks his messages again. It's not like he's waiting for one, damn it, except he totally is.
Still no reply. There's never been a reply. He's this flipping close to just going across the hall and bashing in the wall if the door won't open. He's been trying to respect her need for space but this whaleshit is getting ridiculous.
Namur sighs, copying the original message into a new one and pressing send.
Maybe today will be the day his sister gets her head out of her ass and bawls him out properly. In person. Hell, he wouldn't even mind if she whips out that stupid chainsaw. Or at least sends back a message telling him to knock it the hell off with the daily spam.
He doesn't expect something back right away, so he's got a few other tabs open on his laptop- some music files he's trying to remix but they all sound lame so far, a recording of a recent dance battle he wants to check out, an online archive of the magazine that ran Keimi's recent modeling gig. It takes him by surprise to get a new message in his inbox almost immediately.
It has Grell's address listed.
Error: invalid address
Wait, what?]
Thaaaatch!
[Namur tries calling her Cerevice. An automated message informs him there's no such user.]
Damn.
om_nom_namur & thatchedWhen: tbd
Where: Their apartment
What: Losing family sucks
Rating/Warning: Namur's swearing?
[Namur checks his messages again. It's not like he's waiting for one, damn it, except he totally is.
Still no reply. There's never been a reply. He's this flipping close to just going across the hall and bashing in the wall if the door won't open. He's been trying to respect her need for space but this whaleshit is getting ridiculous.
Namur sighs, copying the original message into a new one and pressing send.
Maybe today will be the day his sister gets her head out of her ass and bawls him out properly. In person. Hell, he wouldn't even mind if she whips out that stupid chainsaw. Or at least sends back a message telling him to knock it the hell off with the daily spam.
He doesn't expect something back right away, so he's got a few other tabs open on his laptop- some music files he's trying to remix but they all sound lame so far, a recording of a recent dance battle he wants to check out, an online archive of the magazine that ran Keimi's recent modeling gig. It takes him by surprise to get a new message in his inbox almost immediately.
It has Grell's address listed.
Error: invalid address
Wait, what?]
Thaaaatch!
[Namur tries calling her Cerevice. An automated message informs him there's no such user.]
Damn.
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Good thing you caught me before the second conditioning cycle. [he wanted it extra glossy for no particular reason. He catches Namur's body language though and frowns.]
What's up?
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Uhh. Don't happen t' have keys t' Marco an' Grell's place, do y'?
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[he's joking to lighten the mood, but it's a bad one. Still, it's honest at least in part. What kind of third wheel would he be if he couldn't come in at any time? Also what kind of first mate]
If she's changed them I can pick the lock.