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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 12:46 pm
A couple nights had past since that "perfect" day in the park; a sunny day, a cup of coffee, someone to talk to. His last encounter with Mute had been all he could think about since the second he'd left. Rocketto still hadn't worked up the courage to call him, however.
Would that seem to eager of him? He didn't want to sound too excited. Adults didn't do that, no. The colorful Audio pondered the thought, his tail twitching almost excitedly.
How does one adult go about calling another adult and request a get-together? Nah, that sounds way too formal. "Get together", pfft, I'll just ask if he wants to hang out. Yeah, NO. AGH, HANG OUT AND DO WHAT?
Rocketto let his head slam against his desk, frustrated. "Mm..." The male whined quietly to himself; how could something so simple be so hard? He'd finally resigned to dialing in the numbers, Mute's numbers, and brought his cell-phone to his ear. It rang. And rang. And rang. "Here goes nothing."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 5:36 pm
The phone rang. Mute pushed aside the layout he was working on - damn thing wasn't going well anyway - and picked up his phone. With the way his luck had been going today, it'd be a robocall or something. But no - the display announced Skittles. Mute grinned, ears perking, and moved one side of his headphones to put the phone to his ear. "Hi," he said cheerfully.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 11:26 pm
At the sound of Mute's voice Rocketto had practically dropped the phone. He fumbled to catch it and brought it back up to his ear as quickly as possible, grasping it firmly in his left paw. "H-Hey!" The male stuttered, half-startled that the bleach-white Audio had actually picked up the phone. Part of him had been hoping to get the automated voice machine; leaving a message after the beep always seemed easier anyway.
Rocketto then cleared his throat as his thoughts raced rapidly, searching for something to say. "Hey, Snow White, how ya doin'?" Was all he could manage for the moment. "It's Rocketto, just felt like dropping you a line and..." The Audio paused for a moment, he was already running out of words.
"Oh! Uhm, I got this flyer the other day, for the local museum just a couple miles from here. They're having a special art exhibit, this week only, I thought you might enjoy going together with me. Since, you like art and all..." Rocketto began to shy away from the conversation, as he really wasn't all that confident over the phone. He'd always felt better talking to someone face-to-face. Still, the skittles-patterned Audio had nothing to lose, and it was worth a shot anyway. "So whaddya say? Interested?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:40 am
Mute grinned. Rocketto sounded nervous; it was both cute and flattering. He leaned on his drafting table. "Sure, I'd love to," he answered. "I could stand a break, and it'd be nice to hang out with you again. How'd your paper go?"
He tucked the phone between his ear and his shoulder and started clearing up the table, clipping references to the side and laying his tools back in the tray. This was a more than welcome diversion; he'd been planning on giving it one more day, then calling Rocketto if the younger male hadn't called by then. "My treat this time," he offered, "since you picked up the coffee last time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 9:34 pm
Rocketto practically squealed at Mute's response. "That's great!" He replied, trying to contain his excitement. His tail thrashed back and forth rapidly, wagging in delight.
"So, how's about an hour from now sound? I can pick you up and--" Rocketto suddenly paused in mid-speech, realizing he was getting ahead of himself. "Or tomorrow, as I said it's all week, so if you're not free tonight we can always go later. Whatever works, y'know?" The younger male held his breathe, before letting out a small sigh.
"As for my paper... Ehh, it went over okay. I hope. Haven't gotten it back yet, so I can't say for sure." He chuckled lightly, feeling more comfortable as the conversation went on. "How goes everything with you? You pencil-tapping again or somthin'?" Rocketto grinned, he could hear Mute shuffling this-and-that across something-or-other, and couldn't help wonder.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:18 am
"No, an hour from now sounds good, otherwise I'd just have put all my stuff away for nothing, right?" Mute laughed. "I'm working on a layout, but my deadline's not for a while yet and I'm distinctly uninspired. Pencil-throwing more than tapping, maybe, but I hadn't quite got to that point yet. Quite." His tail wagged lazily, and he affected a falsetto. "Please, come rescue me!"
"What have you been keeping busy with?" he asked, resuming a more normal voice.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 5:18 pm
"Right," Rocketto agreed, he could easily picture the pure-white Audio swimming around in a sea of pencils and paper. "Maybe the exhibit will help inspire somthing, eh?" He encouraged cheerfully. Oh, the possibilities that could come of seeing so much art in one place, that had to lead to some inspiration, right? Rocketto wondered.
"College, of course." The young male grinned, as if there was any other answer. "Classes, studying, working. The usual." He began to sort through his own papers, cluttered on the desk in front of him. "Well, I s'pose I better go for now. I've got a princess to rescue in about an hour, and I need to get ready. See ya soon, Snowy."
With that Rocketto hung up the phone and prepared for the hour ahead.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 10:05 am
"Inspiration's good," Mute agreed. It was one of the reasons he really liked going to museums, actually. Seeing something besides his own work almost always helped jumpstart the creative process if he was stalled.
"I guess that was a pretty dumb question, huh?" he laughed. "Keeps you busy. I remember." He leaned back in his chair, chuckling. "Guess I'd better go make sure the maze of thorns isn't guarding the castle too closely. See ya soon!"
He put his phone down on the desk and headed into his room, humming cheerfully. This would be nice.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:13 am
*FAILS SELF AT NOT REPLYING FOR A MONTH+* OMG I'M SO SORRY, PROX. @w@; Here it is!
An hour had past quickly, and Rocketto was already on his way to save the fair princess Mute from the clutches of boredom! The sky was painted a deep blue color, untainted by the usual white fluffy clouds, and with a slight chill lined in the wind. A nice day to be going outside, but Rocketto had come prepared anyway, with a long, striped, black-and-white scarf draped neatly around his neck.
It didn't take long before he arrived at his destination, the apartment complex on Willow street. Stepping out of the little blue corrola, Rocketto plopped his feet onto the pavement below, carefully closing the door behind him.
"Safe and sound, now to--"
The dappled-fur Audio caught himself midspeech, realizing one important detail he'd forgotten... Mute's apartment number! Rocketto sighed, how could he forgot something so important? He had no way of finding his friend without it. With that in mind, the male slipped his hand into his pocket and whipped out his handy-dandy cell phone, and instantly started ringing up Mute's number. Can't save a princess if you don't even know which castle they're in, right?
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:22 pm
The phone rang again as Mute was finishing brushing his fur. He picked it up and tucked it between his ear and his shoulder. "Hello? Oh, hi - oh yeah, I guess I should've said. Third floor, apartment 2. It's just up at the top of the stairs on the right side. ... Yeah, see you in a minute, then."
He flipped it closed again and set the phone down on the table. He'd showered and brushed his fur; after a small debate with himself, he'd put a drop of his favorite cinnamony scent on as well. No reason not to, right? He made sure his notebook and wallet were in his messenger bag, and sat down on the couch to wait, determinedly not fidgeting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:19 pm
"Works for me," Rocketto replied, slipping the small phone back into his side-pocket. With that he found the nearest set of stairs and began to climb, making his way to the third floor, glancing at each door's number along the way.
"Four, three, two... One!" The male chanted to himself as he approached the door. Rocketto then took a moment to quickly run his paw through his hair, trying his best to look presentable before tapping his knuckles to the door. "HelloOoOo? Anybody home?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:57 am
Mute jumped up and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Coming," he called, and padded over to the door. Why was he nervous about this? It was just a friendly, casual thing. How silly of him to be acting like a smitten teenager.
He opened the door and grinned at Rocketto. "And I didn't even need to let down my hair," he joked. "Nice to see you."
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:09 pm
Rocketto's face instantly lit up at the sight of Mute. He was already in a good mood and looking forward to the night ahead, but actually getting to be with Mute again was just the icing on the cake. Speaking of cake, was that... Cinnamon, he smelled?
"Nice to see you too," The speckle-pelted male chuckled, eyeing his friend up and down. "You look good." He commented, tail wagging in delight as he took a subtle wiff of the air. "Dude, if you're planning on sneaking cookies into the museum, you better be ready to share or I might just have to turn you in." He grinned jokingly, assuming the cinnamon aroma was something Mute must've baked.
"You ready to go?" Rocketto asked as he outstretched a paw toward the staircase below. "Your ride awaits."
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:24 pm
"So do you." Mute smiled back, a wide and genuine expression. "Ready and willing." He stepped out of the apartment and closed the door, turning to lock it behind him. His tail wagged lazily. "Cookies sound pretty good," he said. "Cale hasn't been baking lately, though."
He padded towards the stairs, glancing back over his shoulder with a grin. "Ooh, sounds fancy!"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:32 pm
"Oh, what smells like cinnamon then?" Rocketto asked curiously as they padded down the staircase. "You didn't bake anythi-- Waaaaiiiit." He paused a moment as the little thought bulb inside his head instantly lit up. "It's you, isn't it?" Rocketto grinned mischievously, giving a subtle twitch of his ear.
"Hmmhmm, I might just have to eat you right up then." The male teased. With that he opened the little metal door for his friend, his smile unwavering. "Fancy? Uhh, I'd hope so, it's the best I can do on a tight budget. After you!"
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