000// Phone Post-O

[rivalsweetscent]

[Hello you have reached the phone of one Bulba.

You may leave him a VOICE MAIL, TEXT, or just CALL him. Leave the date and time and he will get back to you.]

Comments

[punchtheflowers]

[He gave a small shrug. Maybe it was all this staring at the lake. Or maybe Vinnie had been avoiding the punch so he was actually a little parched.]

A drink'd be nice. I could always just make some tea, I guess?

[rivalsweetscent]

[NO HE JUST WANTED TO HANG OUT, DINGUS.]

Ah... [And what was the tea that they would normally get in the city?]

Now I'm thinking about bubble tea. Why would you do that.

[You did this.]

[punchtheflowers]

So you can suffer with me.

It'd take too long to cook the pearls right now. Would you settle for plain almond milk tea?

[How about it? Sitting in the dirt was probably ruining your dress pants.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[Not as much as yours.]

I guess I could deal with that alternative.

[Honestly it sounded really good. Bulba moved away slightly so that he could get up, giving Vinnie a rosy grin as he did so.]

I'll follow you.

[punchtheflowers]

[What was he thinking with this white suit. Vinnie stood, and no amount of dusting himself off was going to get rid of the dirt smeared on his butt. Dry cleaning, awesome.

His smile was more confident now, even with the uncertainty that lingered over him. That feeling was simply the absence of a weight that had been on his shoulders for long, long time - if he was still shaky, it was because he wasn't used to feeling untethered and light.]