IC Inbox - sol_raveh

[ishotyouuu]

Hey, how's it goin'? If you're listening to this, I'm either in the kitchen stuffing my face or off doing something awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "stupid and dangerous". But it's still awesome. Anyway, you should know how this works. Drop me a line and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done. 

Oh and uh... if the name "Haven" means anything to any of you guys, let me know in the message, okay? Please. [BEEP]

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[ishotyouuu]

[Sans has barely picked up the phone before Wade's voice comes blasting over the receiver. His voice is breathless and angry, his words coming at a mile a minute.

But if Sans is at all able to get over the shock of the first few seconds, he'll notice at least one of three things: that the anger behind Wade's words is a lot less subdued than he'd probably feared, that Wade's ire is not directed at him; and most importantly, that the mercenary's words are tempered with something else: contrition.]

Oh my god I am a fucking moron. I missed our date, didn't I? God I'm so stupid I knew there was something I forgot a few days ago I can't believe how fucking scatterbrained I am and I only just found my phone after like three days so you probably blew up the goddamn thing with messages and I am so sorry dude I just--

[He's gonna keep going on like this until you interrupt him, Sans.]

1/2

[justribbing]

[ Sans is lazy enough that his flinch at the sound erupting from his phone's receiver is barely much of one at all.

That's???? Not..???

That really isn't what he was expecting.

...Huh. ]

2/3 I LIED

[justribbing]

[ He doesn't interrupt immediately, nope. But he does chuckle. And then that turns more into proper wheezy laughter.

Here he is, still sore enough everywhere from the extraction process that saved him from a very gooey fate, and he can't stop laughing. ]

[justribbing]

[ Sure, he can work with this. ]

Whew, man. I dunno. This is a pretty big deal.

[ Sans? Sans doesn't sound angry, or upset, or hurt at all. Nah, he sounds like he's trying to hold back that same laughter. ]

[ishotyouuu]

[Fortunately-- or unfortunately, as the case may be-- Wade's too committed to his verbal self-flagellation to notice anything out of the ordinary.]

Fuck, I know. I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I totally understand if you're fucking pissed at me and if there's anything I can do to make it up t--

...why're you laughing?

[justribbing]

Make it up to me? That's gonna take something huge. Possibly even beefy.

[ Because far be it from him not to have a little fun here, and try to finagle a free meal at the same time. ]

I'll take mine medium rare. Cheese optional, but don'tcha dare hold back on the ketchup.

[ishotyouuu]

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...you're taking this suspiciously well.

[justribbing]

[ This is dumb as hell and exactly what he could get behind right now.

Holy moly, can the guy get any more earnest?

This time, his laugh gets wheezy because ow, his everything still hurts. At least the ache in his ribs isn't necessarily a bad one. ]

Dude, we both forgot.

[1/3]

[ishotyouuu]

[2/3]

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[ishotyouuu]

...this is what I fucking get for not reading messages before I call.

[justribbing]

[ Finally, his laughter subsides, but not without one of those sighs that probably get accompanied by the pretense of wiping moisture away from the eyes he doesn't have. ]

Heh heh. Since we're even, howzabout we do a raincheck?

[ishotyouuu]

[The embarrassment is quick to fade, mostly because Sans's laugh is too infectious to ignore. Wade finds himself chuckling along with him, because it is pretty funny, isn't it? Sort of like a farce from a Woody Allen movie or something.

That sigh from Sans-- the sort of sigh that can only come from someone who's had a good and rigorous laughfest-- and even the lack of logic behind a skeleton sighing without lungs doesn't stop Wade's heart from skipping a beat at that sound. A bashful smile stretches his lips from ear to ear, and he decides not to fight it. It feels good, all things considered.]

I-- um. I'm free later tonight. If that's okay with you, I mean. [Shit-- did that sound too desperate? Might wanna dial it back a little.]

Or... y'know. We could always reschedule it another day if you're booked.

[justribbing]

Don't.

[ Don't reschedule? Because much as Sans would like no plans and no scheduled activities, Wade's on that extremely short list of attendees Sans would rather have around.

Even... uh. Even when he's still feeling sore from the extraction process that kept him from living out eternity in a bucket. ]

Got no plans, pal. Let's just-- [ And he doesn't know what to recommend they do. Because he's outta practice. Too long out of the game, he's said. Or maybe because it's the company he prefers and not whatever it is they do to pass the hours.

Sometimes, it's just them and bad jokes and magicked booze. Sometimes, that's all they need, alcohol to blunt their sharp edges and laughter to take all the other edges off. Their medicine, their anesthesia.

The company's good in other ways, too, because Wade gets it. Always has. ]

Gotta few things I haven't shown you yet, anyway. Wanna bring over a snack or somethin'?

[ishotyouuu]

You eat yet?

[It pops out of his mouth accidentally, and he feels his ears grow hot.]

I mean-- I could make us dinner, maybe. We could eat while watchin' Whose Line on Youtube or something. If you wanna, I mean.

[Sans isn't the only one who's been out of the game too long.]

[justribbing]

[ He wheezes a huff of laughter. Tells himself it's because he was reminded of the first time he heard that, and thought the Surface somehow had 'U-Tube' like they did in the Underground's very own Undernet.

And not, uh, y'know. Because this is weird?

This is weird. ]

My devious plan to score free dinner actually worked. I might be pretty good at this.

[ He makes a sound like an amused snort, pillowing his skull with one bony arm as he reclines. ]

Next stop, sinister mastermind to your masked heroics.

[ Get over here, nerd. ]

[ishotyouuu]

[Easy there, Sans. "Heroics" might be pushing it a little. Wade's still precariously close to the wrong side of the law, after all. But a little thing like moral ambiguity isn't gonna stop him from being flattered as hell at being lumped among the greats.]

Don't--

[A pause. A clearing of his throat. Wade still has it in him to be sarcastic, of course. It's just that his vocal cords have chosen this exact moment to suffer from reverse puberty. He barrels on regardless-- the best solution to an awkward situation is to barrel right past it, obviously. Get it together, you dork.]

Don't pat yourself on the back just yet. You don't even know what I'm offerin'. Might be sardines and collard greens, for all you know. Good if you wanna boost that bone density you end up losin' every year.

In any case, gimme like... fifteen, twenty minutes. I'll be over with some goodies.

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