an anecdote from @vinylweb
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Spider Blizzard's watch lights up. it's a telecommunication from . . .
. . .
. . .
the telecommunication plays.
unmasked on the orange-tinted screen is someone who looks much, much happier. albeit drunk, but happier. there's a lacking of eyebags, and it looks like ▉▉▉▉▉ when they first met. sort of, maybe a while after.
" I recorded this after you dropped me off after I almost got blacked out~ but don't scold me! It's for good reason. I drank a little more and I did the math - you shooouuld be getting this message after . . . a year or two! i think. uuhhf, three. . no, no, two. . . years? "
a pause. ▉▉▉▉▉ seems to be counting something, face flushed and his apartment in clear, clear disarray.
" Anyways. Happy twenty first birthday, Blizzard! It's important. It means now you can't say anything about going drinking with me. I have a stash fff...for ya. yeape. soon. it doesn't exist, but - hic it will. "
he smiles at the camera he is recording it on- though when he holds up a decently wrapped gift box, he doesn't have his watch, so it might be straight on his watch.
▉▉▉▉▉'s wrapped box is in that stupid looking wrapping paper Blizzard kept seeing whenever he visited.
" This'll. . . .be for you. Just come find me. I'll have it, promise. "
the watch beeps. ▉▉▉▉▉ looks at the camera dumbly, as if trying to figure out what that noise could possibly even mean.
" ah. the video timer is almost up. come find me! yeah? happy twenty first! "
You’ve been rewatching this video for almost two hours now.
The storm around you has only gotten worse.
You know this video is from long before everything was destroyed in the way every good thing in your life likes to do.
You know this video could not be more of an opposite to how he sees you now.
You allow yourself to lie for a little while longer, ignoring for a moment how different he sounds (how happy) and that you are no longer the person this video was intended for.
You’ve waited long enough, you stand from where you’ve been frozen to the glass window, letting the snow that had collected fall to the rest of the pure white mass below.
It’s rude to ignore people’s invites and you figure if anything it’s an excuse to deliver him some food, as you assume his fridge situation has not changed in the slightest.
You just caught (impaled) something just earlier this morning, it should be easy to defur and cut into more manageable pieces quickly
You grab whatever containers are nearby to carry it securely, managing to fill a few before you get to the worser parts of the meat and decide that it’s enough. He probably won’t let you cook it for him but at least he’ll have it.
You remember at the last minute that his fridge is non functional and you put it in a cooler you filled with as much packed ice as you had on hand.
You knock on his door, you didn’t see him out around the city so you assumed he was inside, and you figured it would be more appropriate to use the door instead of the balcony. you have the message qued on your watch just encase he’s forgotten about it, which he probably has, to hopefully stop any argument about that before it happens.
You hope he answers, even if just to tell you to fuck off.
