Colin: Continue Your Day.

"The Warehouse."

You feel your eyebrow raise. There's nothing unusual with him picking that spot, but even you in all of your recklessness has to admit that it is a pretty intensely sketch place. Urban myth says that at least five people have died there. You're fairly convinced it's true.

"Sure. Meet you there." You reply at last.

"Sweet. Later."

You hang up.

Tossing your phone in the general direction of the phone deck, you lay on your bed and stew a little more.

And then remember you have homework of all things.

Screw it. You need to blow off your anger. And there's no better way to do it than a quick jog around the city.


You choose to exit the house through the front door this time, and surprisingly, your parents don't give you much of a fight. Patting your front pocket to make sure you have your phone, you leave quietly.

You might say you aren't looking for trouble, but that would be kinda a lie.

It's a little past noon, from the position of the sun. 1:17 to be exact. Your phone told you that, but you wouldn't say it out loud; being able to read the sky just makes you seem so much more interesting.

Everything in town is open, except for maybe a bakery down on Park Street. You have some time to kill before the meeting goes down.

Where do you go first?

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Credit to: Bobbie

(I'm so sorry about not posting. I seriously don't know what happened. I had too much writer's block, I couldn't find time... but now, I'm back, and ready for action!

I'll ask again; please post in your comment if you think I should start a new story. I think that this has kind of lost its allure.)

Colin: Contain Anger.

There's a dead crackle on the other side of the line.

Your heart skips a beat.

Despite your momentary panic, however, you hear a sputter after a few seconds, ending with crunch that sounds vaguely like a granola bar.

"Hello?" You reply, a dull sort of curiosity coming across through your tone.

"Heeeeello, Sleeping Broseph!", comes the chipper (if a bit muffled) reply of a voice you know all too well. An incredulous smile upturns your lips, but you reply without missing a beat.

"'Noon, Prince Hopeless. How's the kingdom of doofus doing?"

"Pretty fine, if I do say so myself."

"Nice." At least you didn't have an unbelievably shitty morning. "What's up?"

"Nah, man, the question is what's up with you?" There's a hitch as Martin swallows the bite of oats he had bitten off earlier. "I saw you gave me a ring while I was in the shower, so I decided I would grace you with my dudely presence and call you back." You can hear the grin in his voice as he pushes your manly pride. You have to remember to switch into your 'normal' mode so that you don't release all the frustration Rick's surprise visit caused onto your best bro.

Because... Marvin is your best bro. You can't get mad at a best bro.

"Of course," a sarcastic eye roll accompanies your drawl of a reply. After letting go of the stress, you can feel yourself slipping into the slang you and Marvin have appropriately named 'dudespeak'. "because wanting to talk with you requires you to 'grace me with your presence' now."

"Oh and you know it!" Marvin snickers on the other side of the line. You smile in reply, but a nagging feeling in your stomach keeps you from being completely care free. You did just receive news of the wonderful Changeling v. Harpies war just minutes before. A drop in the swing of the conversation creates a pause between you two, but from the background noise you can hear through the phone speaker, it seems like Marvin is multitasking.

A few minutes pass as distractions take over both of you.

"Dude."

"Sup."

"I haven't been completely straight with you lately, man."

You pause at his words. His tone had changed. Marvin was usually always the happy, go-to guy that picked you up when the Agency beat you down. You couldn't even fathom what he was going to say next.

"...A'ite. You gonna get something straight now?" Your mouth feels a bit dry as you speak. Why are you getting such a bad feeling about this? He's just asking to talk and chill. Nothing wrong with that.

"Yeah. But it's better if we talk in person. You mind if we can meet up at 5?"

"Sure.

Where?"
 
Credit to: Bobbie

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AND WE'RE BACK. Sorry that this was incredibly late, homework is dragging me down. I'll try to be timely this weekend!