#chomps them

[crazyhalf2]

Got them on the brain

egg headcanon belongs to @kingprinceleo

[number47s]

[ TXT ] : pick up. pick up. pick up.

The last thing Ray ever expected – or wanted – was to open his phone to many missed calls from Gary Barkovitch. Not because it was Gary Barkovitch, even if the other male could be kinda off-putting on the best of days, but rather because Ray's mind immediately went into emergency mode.

The few texts from the blond didn't give much peace of mind – most only urging the redhead to pick up the phone ( pick up. pick up. pick up. ) with no explanation nor reason whatsoever. What the hell?

Ray's fingers hover over his phone's keyboard, brain stalling for the right question to ask. The most important question to ask. He's typing, then deleting, then typing again. But before he can get more than two words typed the screen flashes with another incoming call, the sudden ringtone jarring within the silence of his room.

"Please tell me someone isn't dead. Or dying. Or suffering serious harm." Is the first thing out of Ray's mouth as he answers the call, phone pressed to his ear with one hand whilst the other runs through ginger strands. "What the hell is so urgent Barkovitch?"