[ the next picture is a fuckin selfie of him doing the peace sign, looking as hale and hearty a discharged (citation required) patient can be. ]
Don't worry, I'll still be connected. Like I said, a ring away. I can't let you miss me too much! Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I won't just let someone swoop in and snatch the position I worked so hard to attain.
[ a selfie comes in, this time a blurry photo of a disgruntled ishmael with her middle finger out. :/ ]
So what, you're the only one allowed to whisk me away to the middle of nowhere but I'm not even allowed to ask politely if I can come with you? What the hell.
Besides, you're just a call away, anyway. Maybe when you get swatted again, I might actually miss you for real.
[ There's no instant read receipt, mostly because the last message had only meant to be a diversion to begin with. Genuinely deliberating how he's going to answer her, what eventually arrives what might come across as surprisingly plain, all things considered: ]
Next time.
Okay?
[ is this being honest or is this just omission… ]
[ that is odd. he yaps so much in their texts that just ending it on such a cryptic note is already setting off alarms in her head. if phones were still a thing, her thumb would've hovered over the keypad as she debates on asking him for more details, be more nosy as a result so long as he's safe and secure --
but that's asking too much, is it? maybe he just wanted to isolate himself from the world too.
[ That's the thing, isn't it? He's not someone who enjoys lying. Even more so, lying to someone he considers a closer friend. But he appreciates this about her—getting what he's putting down and simply letting him be. ]
[ Apropos of nothing: a picture of the unobstructed sun and clouds with the timestamp in the corner the next day. The date is a mystery, but the time will be stamped as 10:02AM.
Continuing on with the less yappy than usual correspondence: ]
[ oh, that looks nice. it's also a sign that he's doing all right, that he wasn't being toted at gunpoint.
and that means he's not in neo tokyo right now, because she'll send him a snap around an hour later: an completely overcast sky, the clear umbrella she's holding above her head already splattered with raindrops. ]
[ He's trying to stay off the grid so save for several contacts, his notifications are remaining muted. Still, it does take several minutes for him to get back to her despite that, in which he'll react to the picture itself with a "😮" before following up with a proper message. ]
On your lunch break? Make sure you're bundled up——cause from what I remember, your uniform's pretty lightweight.
Don't let flu season catch up to you now!
[ Cue another photo: his arm, sleeve halfway down his hand. From the image alone, the fabric looks thick and soft. If he's going to tease her about dressing warmly, he's not about to be a hypocrite.
In any case, if there's nothing urgent—he'll see her for tomorrow's check-in… ]
[ another delay, this time a half-hour later, and -- sorry, she's going to squint at this shot of his sleeve. ]
You can afford to show some skin in hot weather, you know. A little tan won't kill you.
[ white man....... is he still conscious of the rocks he has on his body? she'd always thought they were pretty, but if she says anything it's going to boost his ego for days on end and we don't want that, do we.
anyway the reason why she's taking a bit long to reply is because of the next photo she's sliding into their dms: a piping-hot bowl of croquette udon along with a simple glass of water. ]
[ Get out of her inbox she says, but here he is the very next day, out who knows where looking at pictures of actual restaurant food be like damn wish that were me.
Except… he finds that he's not actually missing all that much, rustic as the offerings are. He's being reminded of a distant time that he thought he would've never been able to re-experience. It's nice. What else is nice is seeing that she's taking care of herself. 9:58AM this time. ]
🐦🐦
[ Today's picture: two birds on a branch, huddled up to one another for warmth. A way to say: no, he isn't somewhere warm at the moment, stop judging his pasty white ass for being all bundled up. :( ]
[ and the reason why he isn't getting back to her instantly is because of he can't ruin the immersion of it. totally because he can't ruin the immersion of it.
Anyway, if she doesn't have anything pressing to say… he's getting back to her the next day, with another picture of wildlife. A butterfly drinking pollen from a flower, also around the ballpark of 10AM. ]
🦋🌼
Is it really that surprising? What would I have to lie about it for?
I'm trying not to access my oculars any more than necessary, sorry, sorry. If it's any consolation, I do have physical cameras with me so I can share shots with you whenever I managed to get them processed.
[ another message in the morning, around the same time… no wildlife this time, just of a river and the debris that surrounds it. Nothing like the waters in Transylvania. ]
🌊
[ and… one can imagine the next few messages continue on, just as idyllic. kicking this out of my inbox to spare both of us. help. ]
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Oh oh oh oh oh?
What's this?
Are you asking that because you'll miss me?
I never thought I'd see the day. Heheh.
[ the next picture is a fuckin selfie of him doing the peace sign, looking as hale and hearty a discharged (citation required) patient can be. ]
Don't worry, I'll still be connected. Like I said, a ring away. I can't let you miss me too much! Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I won't just let someone swoop in and snatch the position I worked so hard to attain.
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So what, you're the only one allowed to whisk me away to the middle of nowhere but I'm not even allowed to ask politely if I can come with you? What the hell.
Besides, you're just a call away, anyway. Maybe when you get swatted again, I might actually miss you for real.
[ damn ]
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Next time.
Okay?
[ is this being honest or is this just omission… ]
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but that's asking too much, is it? maybe he just wanted to isolate himself from the world too.
she'll at least give him that. ]
Mm. I'll hold you to that.
Stay safe.
1/2
You too.
No being a stranger, bestie.
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Continuing on with the less yappy than usual correspondence: ]
Today's sky. 🌤️☁️
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and that means he's not in neo tokyo right now, because she'll send him a snap around an hour later: an completely overcast sky, the clear umbrella she's holding above her head already splattered with raindrops. ]
Been raining nonstop lately. 🌦️
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On your lunch break? Make sure you're bundled up——cause from what I remember, your uniform's pretty lightweight.
Don't let flu season catch up to you now!
[ Cue another photo: his arm, sleeve halfway down his hand. From the image alone, the fabric looks thick and soft. If he's going to tease her about dressing warmly, he's not about to be a hypocrite.
In any case, if there's nothing urgent—he'll see her for tomorrow's check-in… ]
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You can afford to show some skin in hot weather, you know. A little tan won't kill you.
[ white man....... is he still conscious of the rocks he has on his body? she'd always thought they were pretty, but if she says anything it's going to boost his ego for days on end and we don't want that, do we.
anyway the reason why she's taking a bit long to reply is because of the next photo she's sliding into their dms: a piping-hot bowl of croquette udon along with a simple glass of water. ]
I'll bundle up later.🍜
Now get out of my inbox.
[ they can still update on each other tomorrow. ]
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Except… he finds that he's not actually missing all that much, rustic as the offerings are. He's being reminded of a distant time that he thought he would've never been able to re-experience. It's nice. What else is nice is seeing that she's taking care of herself. 9:58AM this time. ]
🐦🐦
[ Today's picture: two birds on a branch, huddled up to one another for warmth. A way to say: no, he isn't somewhere warm at the moment, stop judging his pasty white ass for being all bundled up. :( ]
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but not before reacting to that photo with a 🤔 ]
So you really are camping......
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Anyway, if she doesn't have anything pressing to say… he's getting back to her the next day, with another picture of wildlife. A butterfly drinking pollen from a flower, also around the ballpark of 10AM. ]
🦋🌼
Is it really that surprising? What would I have to lie about it for?
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Also, you keep sending me pictures in the morning. Go mix it up a little.
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[ another message in the morning, around the same time… no wildlife this time, just of a river and the debris that surrounds it. Nothing like the waters in Transylvania. ]
🌊
[ and… one can imagine the next few messages continue on, just as idyllic. kicking this out of my inbox to spare both of us. help. ]