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Alex was pacing the floor of his room when he heard the all too familiar chiming and buzzing of his phone. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze flicking to the pile of trash in one corner with the eyephone resting on top, where he had thrown it across the room only the day before. He had heard nothing out of it since late the night before, when his mom had, he assumed, stopped trying to call him. He had sent her a message, like Yin had suggested, and since then the phone had been ringing, over and over again ringing. He didn't want to talk to her, he didn't want to talk to anybody.

He especially didn't want these stupid whispers to continue to talk to him, though whatever words they were spouting were still a mystery. The more he tried to concentrate on what they were saying, the more they evaded him, or the quieter they got. The more he tried to ignore them, the louder they seemed to be, though the words still meant nothing.

Still, this was not a phone call. This was a text message. Perhaps the woman had finally come to her senses and realized that the best way to get in touch with Alex was not to talk, but to send a simple message. Inwardly he debated whether or not he should even go and look. He was really not in the mood to be dealing with anybody right now, though....not since he couldn't even find a small respite in curling up in his chair and zoning out. Nope, that just made things worse now, apparently, which made Alex wonder if this was not something that was ever going to go away.

The zomboil was a jumble of nerves, and he missed his bonded fiercely. Over and over again he replayed their goodbyes in his head, wondering why the jacking hell he had ever done it. Why would he send the one person away that he needed the most right now? The only person that he would have happily had near him at the moment? At the time it had seemed like the right thing to do, but now..now it was a struggle not to go out and find him. But really, how long had it even been? Not long, surely. They had been back for a day when Yin had first come to him, and now this was only the third day since returning. It hadn't been long enough for Yin to really start to worry yet. There was no need to message him on groanspring as he said he might do if things went on for too long.

Buried in his own thoughts again, the phone lay, forgotten, on the pile of garbage.

Hours past, and still Alex paced the room. Sometimes he felt eyes watching him, and he was unsure if it was the paranoia, or if it might just be his pets peeking out at him from behind their hiding places. Eventually, as his thoughts began to trail off, and dim, he stopped in his pacing again. What time was it now? How long had it been? He only had one way of knowing, without leaving his windowless room, and that was by checking his phone. His phone! He had gotten a message on his phone that he had never checked! Shuffling his way towards it, he bent down to retrieve it out of the pile, a feeling of apprehension as he tapped at the screen. It was late afternoon. He had paced and fretted the entire day nearly away, and still the whispers went on.

And the message. It wasn't from his mom, but from Mitzi. It had seemed his mom had completely given up, though he could see he had several voicemails listed in his alerts. That couldn't be good.

Well, whatever. Mitzi had texted to ask how he was, and if he had made it back okay. Way to leave it three days in to bother to ask! Somewhat annoyed, and not just at the chat speak for once, he tapped in a response, then shoved his phone into his pocket, where it would normally reside.



That was it. No 'Hi Mitzi, good to hear from you.', no 'How are you?', no questions asked, because he didn't really care if he got a response. He wasn't out to win any prizes for being charming today.

Alex had resumed his pacing, back and forth across the room, not giving a damn if he got a reply or not and really, probably hoping that he didn't. Thing were too complicated right now. He just wanted to be left alone. Or at least, if he couldn't be alone, he wanted it to be Yin that was sending him messages and checking up on him. He wanted it to be his bonded that was so concerned, after they hadn't had any contact since he had left.

Though really, it was only Alex's fault for telling the boil to only come if he really needed him. Telling him that he would come to the weremantis when he was ready, and when he was better. He was the only one to blame, here, for the aching loneliness in his heart that only a certain mantodae could properly fill.

The minutes ticked past, one by one, and still Alex hadn't gotten a response. Which was fine by him, really. He didn't really care if he didn't have any friends who cared about him either. Nope. Screw them all to hell and back, he could survive on his own.

Really? Where had that thought come from?

No sooner had he thought it when the phone buzzed in his pocket again like some kind of angry insect. Stopping, he reached in to pull it out, a quick glance telling him it was a reply from the reaper ghoul. Though on the outside he remained stony faced, on the inside his emotions were a turmoil. Annoyance that his quiet (well, mostly, except the voices) solitude had been broken, but a strange sense of satisfaction combined with that as the realization that somebody actually did care couldn't be ignored. He began punching in a reply, a more gentle one, when he received another text quickly after, and had to start over, so that he could reply to it as well.



There, that was a little more civil, anyways.

The reply came much faster then he had expected, and so the phone was actually still in hand when it chimed and gave off faint buzz. He didn't really know what to expect from Mitzi. Their friendship so far could have been best described as combustible, since it always seemed like they were butting heads over some stupid little thing.

As he glanced over the annoying chat speak message, it was apparent that this wasn't going to change today.

Once he had the annoying jargon deciphered, which only served to annoy him that he was forced to try and comprehend what this nonsense was meant to say, he was met with the idea of talking to a ghoul about his 'feelings'.

Ya, that just was not going to happen. Sorry Mitzi, but not today! Still, he owed her a reply, and while he may have turned Yin away because he was afraid of hurting the other boil, it was sad to say he would not have bothered with such precautionary measures against Mitzi, or really, most other people that he knew. She was a friend, but she was not a close friend. He would be sorry if he hurt her but it would not tear him completely apart. He began tapping in a quick reply, figuring she could take it or leave it and decide for herself what was best.



There. Good enough.