it’d been a bit since he’d gotten his phone--- okay not really but with the amount of things he still doesn’t know about phones, texting had been a thing he had first discovered shortly after ayda handing him the phone. most numbers, were already programmed in ; mostly the ones who worked at the cavae, max and cain’s as well. he’d been back and forth all day with solana, until she had sent a text saying she was coming over. he shrugs and replies back.
[ text message ; solana ] : 🦒
his own language in emojis, he settled his phone down on the coffee table in front of him, drawing his legs up onto the couch as he continued to watch cartoons. there was a knock on the door then he was up and vaulting over the couch, zooming to the front door. he unlocks it and pulls it open, “hi, I’m still not dressed... I got.... I got distracted.”
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