(Part of the) Ringcamera!Hucklerobby AU
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robby is, surprisingly, in a good mood. he is at a little campsite where you can rent a tent and do the full camping experience without having to bring the equipment.
it was something abbot suggested when robbys sabbatical had come up.
it's nature, it's fresh air, it's smoke from a bonfire seeping into all his clothes.
it's also iffy signal
and not much electricity.
the site itself has a cafe and hygiene area with running water, bathrooms, oven, and plug sockets. but they are only on for certain times.
so right now at 11pm at night, with the stars bright and robby poking at the fire, his phone is only at 10%.
normally, he wouldn't care. in any other circumstance, he wouldn't care.
but he got a ringcamera notification that went off about ten minutes ago.
he is itching to watch it. he is giddy to click onto it and see what dennis has for him today. he aches for it.
which, again, surprising for him with how many dark days there have been where near enough nothing has bought him to the light.
but right now?
he might as well be dancing in the light.
robby told himself he's going to be into bed first, well into his sleeping bag, with a small lamp on and a book he thinks he's going to read, but will probably be thinking of his sweet boy (fuck. he needs to not think of him that way) after watching his video message.
robby wonders for a bit, is it den talking more about his neighbours, maybe something funny happened with himself and santos, maybe he is saying in that sweet voice how much he misses robby and really wants him there, needs him there. to guild him, help him, touch him-
okay. going too far now micheal.
he settles the fire and chews on a disposable toothbrush he then puts in a little garbage bag, the site gave him to not litter.
he gets wrapped up in the sleeping bag, glasses on for an optimal experience.
opens his phone and clicks onto the most recent video on the history. the thumbnail showing a still of half way through the video of dennis with blotchy cheeks and a nervous smile.
dennis is walking up the steps with a bag of groceries in arm, keys swinging in his hands. he sets down the bag with a sign before looking at the camera
"heya robby, it's getting late, but I had a need to bake. and you have so very kindly blessed me with a fucking beautiful kitchen." he does a big blink towards the camera with a face like 'can you belive this guy'
"and I may have found a potential recipe book of yours?
you have a few cooking books, but this was different. It was an old notebook? kinda teared a bit too.
but it's full of recipes and you had it shoved all the way to the back!" dennis shakes his head,
"fuck. actually I hope you don't mind I snooped a bit" he is scratching the back of his neck, gripping it slightly.
"but maybe you'll forgive me once you know what I'm making? cause there was a little note next it saying 'mikeys favourite'"
-fuck. dennis has never called him micheal, let alone mikey, hearing it from his mouth is something else-
"It's sufganiyah! I hope I've said that right, I did do a little googling its a hananka dessert, which I know it not the season, but it looks soooo good"
-robbys is a little starstruck, he hadn't had those in years, it was something his bubbe made him everyyear. It must be her recipe book dennis found. everything in robby wants to go home right now and make this sweet treat with his boy, show him exactly how his bubbe made it-
"I also just wanted to make something to feel more connected to you.." he trails off a bit, cheeks going a blotchy pink, that gorgeous smile upturning
"I know I'm literally in your house, in your post, your plants, your fucking clothes robby. but I want more.
and with this I feel I'm with you on a deep-"
robbys phones dies.
"fuck no. fuck fuck. come on" robby is trying to turn it back on. he needs to hear what else his sweet boy said, can't wait for the morning. there's was still at least another minute or so to go.
his phone turns off again as soon as it loads
"shit."
robby knocks his head back and throws his phone to the side.
he never thought he'd rely on his phone much. a big attraction of this campesote in the first place was the small amoute of technology it used.
and all robby wants to do now is get on his bike and drive to the nearest 247 fast food or diner to get charge on his phone.
"dammit"
Lolll sorry robby. You should of had a portable charger with you. Dennis was going to say how much he needs your face on his face (he wasn't but thats what robby can hope!)