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 Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 1:55 pm
He did catch it--clumsily, seeing as one hand is occupied with his drink--and put the can down on the counter to do as instructed. His hands were as deft and agile as a mouse's paws.
"I haven't used a ten-key pad to text in... my god. Years. Slow as s**t. I don't know how I ever got messages through on these." And that was a lie--perhaps texting was like riding a bicycle, because he moved as though he'd used it to send a novel yesterday. "If you're so anti-tech where do you get your porn? Do they even make porn on paper any more? I guess I see black-barred magazines sometimes but I figured only old men bought those."
Glancing up briefly from the screen, he flicked his hair from his eyes with an absent, boyish movement. "You have to figure this out though so you can call me later. I demand phone calls. You can even use a payphone if it pleases your old-fashioned little heart. If you don't call I'll just stop by uninvited and traumatize your roommate when he thinks you're cheating on him with a clearly superior specimen. What's he look like? Is he fat? You into the bears?"
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 2:07 pm
The talk of cheating didn't quite make him wince, but it got a sideways flick of eyes to the left as Ever thought about that possibility, and just how easy it would be. He scraped fingers up through his hair and downed more of his drink as he weighed through that, conveniently buying Sawyer more time to finish up the essay he was writing. The beer can clicked as he set it gently down on the counter, still half full. Somehow.
"He's tiny. And if you want me to call, you'd be better off giving me your number the old fashioned way, so I can memorize it." Ever shook his head at Sawyer, settling back into himself and offering a flash of a smile. "I don't have a damned clue how you get the numbers out of it again, once people have put them in there. I usually make people do it for me."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 2:17 pm
"Good," he said ominously, finishing with a flourish and tossing the phone back to retrieve his beer. He drank in little wimpy sips. The next time Ever checked his phone the banner would be a text rendering of an ejaculating p***s, although Sawyer was banking on his ignorance of all things tech to extend to not realizing what it was and having to ask someone. There was also the question of the alarms...
"Anyway. I'm going to test, you, Rain Man. You ready?" And he rattled off his number, quickly, and then waited expectantly as he pulled out his own phone in preparation for the inevitable exchange. "Gogogo."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 2:42 pm
Poor Sawyer; Ever'd heard the term Rain Man before, certainly, but in passing, and even this reference went over his head. He shook his head, amused, at the quick rattling of number, and instead of reciting it back he just dialed it in. Slowly. There were no deft texting fingers here: each number took him a moment to find and punch, and for a technophile, it would likely be painful.
But a minute later, his phone would ring. And Ever held up his own in demonstration.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 2:49 pm
"I'm putting you in as Rain Man, Rain Man" Sawyer said, unaware that this will mean nothing or perhaps just not caring. The number stowed away in seconds, he deposited the phone back into his pocket and looked at the mess he'd strewn across the counters, with a blank sort of expression as though wondering who'd put it there.
"I'm not hungry enough to cook," he said abruptly, airily, "but I'm also not cleaning this up." With alarming suddenness he downed the rest of his beer. He looked like someone offscreen was chanting "CHUG! CHUG!" at him.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 3:03 pm
Ever shot it a bemused look, himself, considering the canned goods and easy-cook rice set out on the counters -- and then shrugged. He wouldn't clean it up either. He'd just shove it haphazard into the cabinets and let Zac organize it when he got home. So be it. Didn't much matter to him. "You running out?"
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 3:07 pm
"Yeah, I just got a mad booty call," he deadpanned, "bitches be blowin' up my texts. Or something." He snorted.
"Anyway, nice to meet you, Rain Man. I'm not shitting you about calling me. Or about the showing up uninvited if you don't. But not tonight. Wait a few days. Don't wanna seem over-eager." Reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes--although he kindly refrained from lighting one just yet--he gestured absently at the room in general as he made for the door. "I got a pretty packed dance card, anyway, so I'll have to clear a few spots for you. I might be having a thing at my place next week. I'll give you a call." He started to leave, but ducked his head back in to chirp: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." And then, as suddenly as he'd wandered into Ever's life, he left, slamming the door behind him.
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