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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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[thirtybits]

it wasnt a jpke

[depicted]

[there is no response for a while]

If this is what you want to do for Easter, I'd remind you that three days is a long time to wait for a punch line or a resurrection. Maybe something a little different.

[thirtybits]

doiran im not ikdding i tries to kill you

[depicted]

You didn't. You had no reason to.

[thirtybits]

i know but i did!!

[depicted]

I won't accept it. Where are you?

[thirtybits]

my room dont come

[depicted]

[can't respond; too busy going to Judas's room]

[thirtybits]

[OH FUCK OFF]

22nd March; text; early in the day

[depicted]

We're leaving in ten minutes. You're not coming back to do any work today, so get anything you want done now.

[thirtybits]

That time already? Alright, I'm nearly finished anyway, ten minutes should be perfect.

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[depicted]

[Too bad, because he only gets eight before Dorian is knocking at his door. Dorian has a make-shift basket on one arm (assembled from scraps with more dexterity than one might expect of an upperclass asshole) and is dressed for the 1960s, in an Italian suit and Chelsea boots.]

Come on, Judah! Life may be long, but the day isn't!

[thirtybits]

[Judas opens it, luckily already finished. With half his crop left things don't take so long.]

Fashionable always, huh. The day isn't long, but are they playing movies already? Or are we headed straight for the forest?

[depicted]

[You're welcome.]

Forest first. I'm not going to sacrifice a whole day of having you to myself.

[thirtybits]

[There's really no way he could do anything but fluster with a comment like that.]

You can have me to yourself any day, you know...

[depicted]

Can I? [With the smile of a cat offered an unlimited supply of cream, Dorian offers his arm to Judas.] Even if you offered me an eternity of such days, I wouldn't waste this one. Come on.

[thirtybits]

Of course. Even if I had anything better to do, I'd drop everything. But as it is, I don't anyway, so it's no competition at all. [He laughs and takes the offered arm.]

[depicted]

You know how to flatter a boy. [Dorian gives Judas a brief, light kiss on the top of his head before heading off to the stairs.]

[thirtybits]

Who else am I going to spend my time with? I haven't been so calm or happy with - or without - anyone for ages. [Judas follows (glad his presence means Dorian will be taking the long way down).]

[depicted]

[Dorian answers with quiet, and the briefest brush of fingers over Judas's skin. He knows the silence that rests between them, an uneasy monster that they must not wake. He hears its echoes in Judas's declaration.] We need to get you more friends.

[thirtybits]

[Those words are the closest Judas will presently allow himself to come to the truth of the matter. Perhaps even pushing a bit too far. But it could be worse. And he has felt so much bliss lately, he has to voice some part of his feelings.]

Who would want or deserve to be friends with Judas?

[depicted]

[Dorian lifts his eyebrows and lightens his voice with teasing.] Would you like me to put out an open call for the damned and doomed on the network? I'm sure there are a handful. Certainly enough to find you a few more friends.

[thirtybits]

[He has to laugh at that, but shakes his head.] I think I'm alright, thanks. Even who I am aside, I'm not a very likeable person.

[depicted]

Now, now, it's bad manners to insult the birthday boy.

[Dorian untangles himself for Judas so he can hold the door open for him, like a gentleman.]

If you're not careful, I'll have to kick you out of the party.

[thirtybits]

It's not even really his birthday anyway, I think he can take it.

[With a small, thin grin and glance to Dorian, he steps out.] I'll spare you any worse I have, though.