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Colin felt a vibration against his hip and fished his cell out while Zac contemplated the enormity of...well...Björn. A text from his sister, reminding him that she was expecting her tea that evening, thank you very much jerk-brother. He rolled his eyes at it and then perked up. "Wait, I think I've got a snap of him here..."

The other boy was talking about someone named Ever - Colin determined quickly that the exotic name must belong to aforementioned boyfriend, which was cool with him (as well as being quite the cool name, to boot!) "That's awesome. You can tell him that neither of us bite."

He was fiddling with the cell as he spoke, when he found what he wanted - a candid snapshot of Björn making a face at a book or something like that, clearly taken without the subject's notice - he offered the cell to Zac. "Here. That's a regular paperback, by the way. I know it looks tiny." He totally dwarfed the heck out of it. Yep.

Zac's reaction to seeing the big blond with the bitty book was hilarious! Colin couldn't help his laughter; it was comical the way his friend's eyes got so startle-wide, the way his fingers clutched at the cell phone casing as though spasming from shock. "Before you ask - or think it - he doesn't take anything weird or illegal. He's just huge." Of this, he knew quite well - Björn's shoes were like clown-feet on his own comparatively dainty dogs and if Colin had tried borrowing the blond's shirt...it wouldn't just have been big on him, it would have been a dress!

"Awesome, sounds like a plan. Oh, I should warn you...if we do go to the Destiny City Fun Center...it's really noisy near the front entrance. Scores of screaming, screeching tweens practically live there...it's super annoying. But once you get past the entrance and part of the main arcade, it calms down and isn't so obnoxious." Because fewer tweens were there trying to be cool (and failing miserably to be anything but tragically unhip) the further away from the DDR - and DDR-esque - machines one got.

Colin cocked his head, reading the numbers as Zac wrote them. "If I did, I lost it when I lost my old phone." He shrugged a little bit before stealing the pen so he could reciprocate and scribble his cell number down for Zac's benefit. "Here's mine too. I'm the same way - texting is just so much easier anyway." Unless your name was Björn Guildson...in which case texting with those big 'ol mitts just wasn't something that was going to happen easily, if ever. Poor thing.

As he pushed the scribbled-on napkin towards Zac, his cell began vibrating again - another message from his family, this time from his mother. "Crap. Uh, I need to get going. I'm sorry to bail on you now, but when Mom says jump..." Colin grinned sheepishly while pushing one hand through his curly hair, "Let me know what Ever says, okay? I know the Fun Center sounds lame, but they've got all sorts of activities that can be fun--I know they've got a website, so you guys can look at that if you want. Or if you think of something else, alright?"

With short, sure movements the dancer gathered his earlier purchases and half-finished drink so he could go. "See you later Zac!" Another big, bright smile for his companion and then he was making his way away from the store, cell phone being poked at and then shoved against his head - calling his mother? Probably. If Zac strained, he'd hear the boy's first lines, "Hey Mom -- No, Sorry. I lost track of time...."