ā: w. rong number warningā ?
Ā When had she started to leave these messages?Ā
Ā She couldnāt remember. All she knew was that ever since then ā-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She had simply kept doing it.
Ā There was some sort of relief, some sort of mystery in passing messages Ā to a stranger. An enigma of a number that had suddenly appeared in her Ā phonebook. All of her contacts were listed perfectly and orderly with little Ā bits of her in-between.
Ā Ā Ā Yuka-chan!!Ā (ā¢Ģį“ā¢Ģ)Ł Ā Ā Ā JunpeiĀ (ļ½”āāæāļ½”) Ā Ā Ā Rio-chanĀ (Ā āŚ”ā )ćĀ
Ā But this contact, well ā- a number wasnāt even displayed on it. And so, the Ā curious brunette would continue this routine, despite the fact that no text Ā was ever returned. As the bell rang and her school day would end, the Ā Fool reached for her phone to check her messages.
Ā Cheery words would part rosy lips as she made conversation with others Ā while answering whatever needed to be answered.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā- and the text to the stranger would be sent, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā no response expected from it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, letās go to ā ā¦ ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the sudden vibration caused her to pause for a moment, and Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā from the corner of her eye would she notice whom had texted Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHold on!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a quick swipe of her phone and ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "i was thinking about sleeping more today.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ..that sounds better than studying.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦.. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
Ā Ā Ā her fingers were like lightning, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā tapping, tapping, tapp ā-Ā !! and send.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āsleeping would be good, too!!Ā (ć£ĖŚ”ĖĻ)Ā ahhh, but even Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā better after having some cake! good cake and a warm Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā bed.ā
A reply was sent before he could even pocket his phone back into his bag. About to put it away, Minato's hand vibrated and he looked down seeing the mysterious number flash across the screen and he opened his phone up again, azure hues tracing the screen momentarily. Maybe this stranger wasn't as annoying as he originally thought. They had the right idea for sure; a nice warm snack and an even warmer bed. He'd been working hard keeping up with his studiesĀ andĀ fighting shadows at the same time. ..a well deserved break was in order.
The train slid to a stop with a squeal and when the door opened, Minato gathered his things together and left the train, still staring at his phone.Ā I should reply again..Ā He thought, thumb hovering over the first letter. It was fairly common knowledge that the sleepy Persona user never had much to say. It wasn't that he was shy but talking just took too much effort sometimes. Texting wasn't as bad but he already knew that his 'pen pal' was the chatty type. If this took up too much of his time ...
"that sounds like a good idea. there's a cafe here that has good cakes i hear. i'm not too big on sweets though."Ā
Minato closed his phone as he stepped onto the escalator and after a moment he pocketed his mobile. It was ... an experiment. Maybe if they got a day of replies he would be left alone. Or maybe he was getting himself into more trouble than it was worth. He sighed, leaning his back against the railing, adjusting his bag under his arm. So long as this 'relationship' didn't cause him to use more energy than necessary, he didn't mind.
I hope this doesn't become a pain ...Ā
