you let sylus borrow your phone ONE (1) time
i am completely one for ragebaiter sylus propaganda
Sylus asked to use your phone to search for something while you were at his place. His phone was charging and yours was within reach, so you agreed. He spent a few minutes tapping and swiping away at the screen. At the time, you didn’t think much of it and eventually fell asleep.
You should’ve known something was up when he handed you back your device with a smirk that was forty percent higher in its level of smugness than normal
Now you were left to explore the aftermath of Sylus’s tinkering with your cellular device. At first, it started with your wallpaper. He changed it to a selfie of him taken from a low angle (not that you were complaining), and you laughed a short, disbelieving huff through your nose.
You didn’t really need to check anything on your phone until after returning to your apartment. When you did, you noticed that all your widgets were even more selfies of him taken from various angles. When did he even have all the time to take these?
Later, you scrolled through your camera roll and found a staggering number of frustratingly well-taken shots from the day. One shot showed you mixing coffee to drink, another was of you poking Mephisto while he wasn’t looking, and the other one you noticed showed Sylus and the twins posing next to you as you snoozed away on the leather couch.
You chuckled and saved them to your favourites before sending Sylus a fake angry text with some of the shots attached. A few seconds later, Sylus sent a smirking crow emoji, which you snorted at and liked. A thought bubble appeared next to Sylus’s icon, indicating he was typing a response.
Toothless: Did you like my other gift?
Toothless: Can’t tell you, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.
You: Wait stop cuz now I’m scared
You: Did you forward my under chin selfies to all my contacts?
Toothless: Heavens, no. Those are for only me to see.
After a few minutes of playful back and forth, you placed your phone down to charge and drifted off to sleep.
Work. Jobs. Very professional things that adults did. You were sitting very professionally in the dimly-lit meeting room, listening intently to a mission briefing from Jenna. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket, heralding the arrival of your rather loud ringtone. It should’ve been the silly little tune that you set when you first purchased the item, but to your horror, the sound emanating from the glass and metal rectangle in your pocket was the furthest thing from that.
At the low, subtly staticky rumble of a familiar voice, your heart dropped.
“What’s this? Someone’s calling you, darling. Are you not going to get that?”
You frantically scrambled to fish the phone from your pocket. The longer you took for your shaky fingers to find the mute button, the more times the recording looped. At some point, you dropped the phone from pure panic and almost whammed your head on the table when trying to pick it up. You were sure sweat was pouring down your back from pure dread as Jenna paused mid-sentence and gave you a pointed look.
Sylus’s voice continued to play on full blast for a few seconds until you finally managed to turn the thing off. He surely intended to catch you off guard, with the way his already low voice was a tingling few notes deeper and the slight rasp he added just to make you sweat.
You smiled awkwardly when you finally managed to turn off the annoyingly addictive sound and shove your phone deep into your pocket, hoping the leather trousers of your uniform would muffle out the sound of your ego crumbling. Despite the source of your mortification being quenched, the damage was already done. The other hunters around the round table had witnessed your entire display.
Jenna cleared her throat. “Please remember to turn off mobile devices before meetings.”
You nodded meekly, cheeks so hot that you were sure you could roast marshmallows on them.
It was going to take a few days of bringing treats to the office to make everyone forget.
After the meeting, you bolted to a secluded corner outside the conference room to call the individual who dragged you into that painful mess. You monologued for around 5 minutes about how you were never letting Sylus use your phone again for any reason whatsoever, and the man dared to chuckle the entire time like you were sharing news of the stock market rising.
Eventually, you sighed and ended the call, while Sylus continued to be infected with a case of shits and giggles. You made sure to change your ringtone before you returned to work. You also definitely did not save Sylus’s recording in a special folder to listen to on loop later. That would be absolutely ridiculous.
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