Vatheon Voicemail.

[rebull]

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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>;o)

[grandhighblood]

This lack of a motherfucking concrete definition. You know of which one I all up and mean.

...

[rebull]

Uh... [A glance away.]

[grandhighblood]

Don't even all up and THINK about pulling that unsure bullshit. Your inability to motherfucking decide what you all up and think our arrangement here is inexcusable.

[Though how seriously he's conducting himself here almost makes him grin.]

[rebull]

Our arrangement. So you want to, talk about that thing that came up around Fang then... I thought we- ["I"]- knew what that arrangement was, Highblood.

[grandhighblood]

We? Heh, going around making up your own motherfucking facts all up about something in a two-man making decision?

[Yeah, he's still not used to this- he's still more used to making all the decisions on his own. Everything is always his way. But this is new... something he really had to make clear, because while he's stuck in this fucking bubble, he can't screw up this relationship like he normally would've. For some reason, he actually cared about what this shitblood thought about him.]

I think we both already motherfucking know, but it ain't all up and what you're telling yourself right now. You think this shit's just a motherfucking fling- a short term arrangement to let off the wicked steam that comes from the motherfucking frustration and stagnant lifestyle we all up and conduct the fuck around here. But we all know it ain't that.

[rebull]

[Summoner tends to have, a little bit of the same issue. While the Highblood had better things to fucking do than romance and all that back home, Summoner had to focus on other things. They both had distractions back in their world, the war, whatevet the fuck- GHB did with his weird religion. Even if Summoner wanted to focus more on romance on Alternia, it was never really an option. But here? For both GHB and Summoner? There wasn't much else to do, but manage personal relationships. Without them it make this place even less tolerable.]

[Which is why Summoner's feeling a bit tired all the time. All his romance issues all becoming a lot more apparent without the excuse of his rebellion to manage all his time. Not that he needed it as an excuse, he wanted to get through his rebellion, wanted to fight with his fellow troll, he just simply didn't have time to spend on all this emotional turmoil.]

[But now he- does, so... This is where he finds himself. Though, talking about this with The Grand Highblood is- really kind of different and unexpected.]

I'm pretty sure I uh, was given that implication by you. Since you don't- seem uh, the type. So it was better just to make it something- [Simple.] Uh- not- more than just some flings. [Ugh this is really- weird. Summoner does his best to divert his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck.]

[grandhighblood]

[Weird, yes, but the highblood keeps his gaze quite dead-on. Seeing Summoner get a little uncomfortable is kinda fun, too, anyway. At least this conversation isn't a total loss after all.

Romance is still a thing that the highblood is pretty... new too, to be honest. He's had 'quadrants', and as a younger troll he's had plenty of opportunities to learn about them all. But his highblood temperament made it hard to find someone who'd stick, so he went on with his life convincing himself that his religion was desire to become the Grand Highblood was more important. And once he had become that, none of that quadrant shit would even matter - being the Empresses right hand man didn't hurt, either. He could get away with just supplying material on the caliginous front.

So to say his 'romancing' skills - caliginous or not - are rather weak is an understatement. He isn't unfamiliar, just very inexperienced.]

Kinda motherfucking hilarious how well you know a brother, you know that? Usually ain't the type. Your motherfucking assumption would've been dead-on! [He doesn't look very enthusiastic, but he doesn't break his gaze.]

Just wrong this time is all, motherfucker. Even from the motherfucking beginning, we tried to play it all chill and act like shit was just casual. But we both motherfucking know that's bullshit.

[rebull]

[Almost- a snorted laugh. Hilarious how well he knows him. Guess he kinda does know the Highblood well, it's kind of why he doesn't mind dealing with him. he knows that GHB will do, how he'll react, what the possibilities are. Maybe that's why that makes this situation a lot more nerve wracking.]

...Guessing uh- both our priorities were changed by this place in a similar way, eh? [A swallow, rubbing the back of his neck.]

[grandhighblood]

Could all put it that way, yeah. Before all this shit, we had our own motherfucking agendas, and when the war against your pathetic rebellion army came full force... well, heh. That was our only excuse to shoot the shit, now wasn't it?

[He grins a little, still amused by Summoner's nervous habit.]

[rebull]

Tch- well uh, guess without the war, and without death, makes a lot of it- [A breath.] Mother, this place is- [Fucked, he wants to say it's fucked, but instead he just sighs and slides a hand through his hair, glancing down.]

You must be really bored to be talking to me about this.

[grandhighblood]

If I was really motherfucking bored, I'd do something better with my motherfucking time to amuse myself with. Let's say it's a combination of being bored and serious, yeah? Think you can handle a little motherfucking serious from a brother?

[rebull]

Depends, does serious mean you'll cut down on your shitty clown humour more?

[grandhighblood]

Fuck no.

[rebull]

Guess you're out of luck then.

[grandhighblood]

Don't be like that, motherfucker. When did a brother even all up and exercise his full ability to let loose the dark motherfucking humour on you, anyway? Can't get your complain on about something that rarely motherfucking happens!

[rebull]

-Dark motherfucking humour? [A brow.]

There's something worse? All your humour is painful.

[grandhighblood]

It's all what makes me who I motherfucking am, so you either take it like a fucking bitch or leave it. Here's the catch, though: You can't motherfucking LEAVE IT.

[And he laughs and shakes his head.]

[rebull]

[A high browed look.] Care to swing that by me again?

[grandhighblood]

What-? It ain't THAT motherfucking painful, fuck.

[He frowns. Man, way to suck away all the fun out of this... even if he is trying to be serious.]

[rebull]

You serious? Indigo humour's worse than their clubs. [A snicker, grin widening.]

[grandhighblood]

Fuck you. Ain't my fault you lowblood shits can't all up and appreciate none of that noise. [Snorts, then after a pause:]

So you gettin' my motherfucking drift here?

[rebull]

Yeah- I- I kinda get it. Kind of. Still trying to- deal with you actually being serious about this... I mean, you are serious, right?

[grandhighblood]

Want a brother to show you how motherfucking serious he is or just save the effort by all placing a little motherfucking belief in me, yeah? I know you got your wigglerish trust issues, but gotta grow the fuck up someday!

[He's being serious, but he can't stop the wide grin on his face.]

[rebull]

Fuck off, you know damn well why I have issues with... with this. How?

[Wide... grin... His brows furrow.]

[grandhighblood]

I didn't. Just put in a good motherfucking calculated guess- all you shitbloods have issues with that noise one way or another. Just from what a brother can even all see, heh.

[Shrugs and grins casually]