ic contact (mask or menace)

[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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08.01.14.

[infomodder]

[Early morning (like five in the morning early morning), just before Will leaves Heropa for good, he makes a pit stop by Skye's house. The box? Covered in dog bone wrap, of course, her name written in permanent marker on the top. Inside are two sets of coffee cups he thought might be up her alley, one set in white and one set in black, both in their own box and wrapped in more dog bone wrap. Between the boxes rests a very fishy postcard that has some writing on the back.

On my way to De Chima
You ever want to visit or you're there, let me know
We've got room
I'll still be in Heropa for work so don't worry
You don't have to travel extra for free ice cream and soda

That's it. No name attached, though he figures it's been attached in every way other than "Will Graham" itself. It's not such a mystery.]

ring ring

[hackitude]

[Skye finds the present at twenty to nine as she's leaving for work. She bites her lip as she smiles, grinning stupidly. God. What a dumb notdad. She doesn't have time to coo over the present as much as she'd like, so instead she puts them on the kitchen table and then dials his number on the way out the door.]

[infomodder]

[Said dumb notdad manages to pick up just before it would make sense for a machine to say he was busy or the other party to hang up, and he sounds a little out of breath when he finally answers.]

What's up?

[It's funny, because people trying to be funny about that question sometimes answer with the sky and she can't because she's Skye.

It's funny.

In a dumb notdad way.]

[hackitude]

[God she can't even with you, Will Graham.]

I got your present. It was great. ... Thank you.

I think generally the tradition goes though that the person moving house is the one who's supposed to get the presents, though.

[infomodder]

[He'll be here all week, try the veal—or don't. No. Don't try the veal.]

You're welcome. [He should stop what he's doing and talk, not try talking over ripping up boxes, right? Yes. That's polite. He can take a break.] Doesn't matter because it has nothing to do with the tradition of moving houses. I'd been looking for something and came across those and...timing was right. That's all.

[hackitude]

Aww. You're gonna spoil me, Mr. G.

... So. What's with the sudden move, anyway?

[infomodder]

It's not really sudden. Been planning it for a while, just didn't announce it. Not really that important.

[As in, he's not important enough to merit announcing it like some might, and he doesn't want to be.]

We're still getting you set up for your GED. I can be in Heropa whenever you need me.

[hackitude]

You're sweet.

So, am I allowed to throw you a house-warming party? Please say yes.

[infomodder]

[Compliments!!!

But that question, nope. No. No? NO. He's not the host of the Baltimore crew.]

The answer is no. I'm not—it's just a move. Don't need a party. We're not party people, me and my roommate. It's...party of two here. And whoever stops by, if people swing by. No parties.

[hackitude]

All right, but you don't know what you're missing out on.

Who's your roommate?

[infomodder]

Missing out on a party, which is...not missing out, in my book.

[It's winning.]

And her name's Bader. You know her?

[hackitude]

You say that now, but only because you've never been to one of my parties. We play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly at my parties.

And no, I can't say we've met. Is she a friend, or... a friend?

[infomodder]

[A friend or a friend—joke's on Skye, Will has no friends of any kind.]

She's a roommate. [And a talking wolf.] I'd rather play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly without the party.

[hackitude]

Okay then. You're on, it's a date. Board games, my place, next weekend. Bring a friend.

[infomodder]

[A date.]

I can't think of anyone to bring, so if that's a requirement, then. No date.

[♫ He's Mister Lonely
He has no one to call his ownnnnnnnnnnnn ♫]

[hackitude]

I know you hang out with people other than me. You're not getting out of it that easy.

[infomodder]

That doesn't mean they're the type to enjoy getting to play anarchist Scrabble and anti-establishment Monopoly.

[He's thinking of a certain friend and it

does not

work.

Maybe Sasha? Or Annie?

Teenagers!]

You know how us old people are.

[Rescued it?]

[hackitude]

Okay. Well. I don't care, pick someone or I'll rifle through your communications on the network myself and just pick whoever you seem to like at random and invite them on my own.

[DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE IT UP TO CHANCE, WILL.]

[infomodder]

[Oh Lord, who has he talked to that...]

All right, all right. [DRAMATIC PAUSE] I'll bring Freddie Lounds.

[Well done, kiddo.]

[hackitude]

... I said friend, not mortal enemy.

[infomodder]

[She almost gets a laugh. Almost! Oh, what he doesn't know.]

That was you that screwed up Tattlecrime, wasn't it?

[hackitude]

I'm offended you even have to ask.

[infomodder]

Didn't have to ask, but it's nice to know for certain.

[And very appreciated, if the gift and his tone of voice are anything to go by.]

It's never looked better. Ever.

[hackitude]

You flatterer. You're just saying that to butter me up.

[Her tone is pretty silly, though. She's not saying that genuinely, in other words.]

[infomodder]

[Butter her up. It's just...slang. Lingo. Normal phrases, it's not a reminder, not a shot at that.]

You're just saying that because you never saw her website back where we're from.

[Maturity springs eternal.

Elsewhere.]