Texts from a Friend
idoliing:
In between messages, Memory pulled out a composition notebook and started brainstorming lyrics for a new song. The notebook itself was filled with doodles and notes written in various different colors. Sections were underlined while others were scribbled over. She had barely written a line when her pokenav buzzed.
{txt} Well you better! You shouldn’t be working yourself too hard. If you’re overworked, then you won’t be able to work your best! {/txt}
His parents had finally gotten around to leaving taking the Persain with them. that left the entire afternoon for him to explore the town… Great. He checked his rotomphone again and sighed, he’d made Memory wait awhile this time maybe he shouldn’t respond. It’d probably seem like he was ignoring her or something. Although, if he really did not reply at this point he would be ignoring her, albeit, not on purpose. Arceus he hated these types of situations. He gave it a few more minutes to make the task seem important then sent a text. [txt] Sorry friend got whisked away to a private party with my parents. I weaseled my way out of it so. Now I’ve got the rest of the day to myself.[txt]
the next text he sent without thinking or without really planning on what he’d ask next.
[txt] Are you busy?[txt]
A good 45 minutes had passed, but Memory hardly noticed the time. Writing down new lyrics when they’re thought up was really important; who knows, they may be the next big hit! Humming softly, she worked on her song. Making sure she used the right words and that it all flows was a challenge, but one she had been working on for a long time.
When her pokenav finally buzzed again, Rutabega woke up. “Good morning sleepy head.” Memory chuckled, then checked her pokenav. “Oh wow, it’s been that long! I should be heading back.” She started packing her things while reading Dex’s text. Once everything was in her bag, she replied.
{txt} No, not really. Rutabega and I were writing a song, but we’re done for now. Why??? {/txt}
















