IC Inbox - hadriel

[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]

Oh hey Hermann! I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to shut you out.

By all means, feel free to add your two cents and weigh in on my fabulous ass... ets.

[Quite the conspicuous drawl, there.]

1/2 sry first ruins the good times

[verinumeri]

[ For a moment, it's good Newton has the phone focused on himself. They have been walking for hours. His addled mind cannot track the number; he'd need to get his phone, again, and stare flattened at the numbers.

Even with their increasingly frequent rests, Hermann's exhaustion drags at every part of him. He is contusion, thinned and battered skin and bruised bones and bruised sentiment, too, that hollowed and dipping thing that always expects it but has never managed to skirt the disappointment. He knows better and trips every time.

The only reason he has not caved to a long overdue temper tantrum: it takes his every ounce of energy to put one foot in front of another, leaning more and more heavily on Newton's arm.

So when Newton and Mr. Deadpool start talking nonsense, the scratch of frustration, so ready to boil over, began to bubble, his teeth grinding in his pounding head, and -- ]

[verinumeri]

[ They are almost there they are never there, the flare up, a roaring rush of a flame that immediately dissipates, and all that's left in the vacuum: he's tired, he's tired, he's sick, he's tired. Hermann releases Newton's arm, teeters into a tree, clasps his sleeve over his mouth, swallows, and as he slides to a seat at the base of it, contributes. ]

Yes, Mr. Deadpool, it's all very nice. Congratulations on your arse.

[ Why not. Why not? Why not. He's losing his mind and he can't stand just yet, so why not. ]

[fortunefavored]

[Hermann staggers, lets go of his arm, and sags to the base. And pretty much Newt's immediately shoving the phone into his shirt pocket (though not ending the call because he's too distracted just getting to Hermann,) expression twisting, immediately dropping down next to him, already reaching for him]

Hey, Hermann, shit, are you--[he swallows the 'okay,' because the obvious answer to that is no, absolutely not okay, you fucking idiot]--just. Let's take five minutes, yeah? Did you want some water? [already reaching for the water bottle he's got in his jacket]