@phantomseer continued from (x)
"...Oh. I don't think you're annoying?" Falkner, please, he knows Eusine and hardly anyone can top him in annoyance. Morty has an iron patience at this point, like, if you want to ramble endlessly about your favorite pokemon, go ahead? "...you sure call me sometimes, uh, when I'm training, for example, but... I miss it a bit when you don't—"
"If I had to put a number to that feeling, I think it would be... Seven"
At the moment, the bird nerd had his eyes closed with one arm bent behind his head. Falkner’s couch was such a comfy place to have phone calls on~! But maybe that meant it was a little too cozy sometimes as well...
He’ll stay coherent until he could feel his consciousness slipping away. Then once the grip started to loosen around the phone, it would even compel the man himself to free somebody from his endless Chatter.--
“A seven...?” Falkner pauses over the phone. Though if you were to think it was for anything bad, it was actually for the small smile in amusement that was growing instead.“--Well that’s a lot lower than Clair has given me I’ll tell ya’ that much~!”
He laughs anyway.~ Until it suddenly gets caught like a lump in his throat-- wait what was that other thing he said though??
“Aww well shoot Morty, you don’t have to answer if you’re busy...!” Now his eye was open, wandering around the textures of his ceiling. “I daresay ya’ probably train more than I do these days-- I don’t...wanna distract you from that.”
