talk to me dammit

[fireburned]

"This is Harvestman's phone. If it's important, leave a message. If it ain't, stop fucking calling me."

Texts, calls, pictures of lolcats in IC communication attempts may be posted here. Occasionally Harvestman will change his message depending on how much he hates everything at the moment THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.

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[a series of text messages]

[campjesus]

hey did u find a place yet or do u need help looking?
i have cash 2 put down on a security deposit & probably enough for 1 mo rent if were not going anywhere ~super posh~

[campjesus]

well maybe not bc easy andi r going to head up to seattle n get a hotel in the meantime n idk how much that will end up being

[campjesus]

but neway should we get another room for u or do you want to stay with your friend?

[campjesus]

fjskljfaljl;;;;;

[campjesus]

oops ignore that hehe

HOLY SHIT I HAVE A REASON TO USE THIS ICON

[fireburned]

Brody, your phone's ringing. (Harvestman's expression atm: >:[)

[campjesus]

Brody's ringback tone is this lovely melody, which. That's great, child. Everyone needs some Lords of Acid in their lives. And Harvestman gets to listen to a good deal of it since it takes him a while to finally answer it, with a few seconds pause because he's giggling and talking to someone else, inaudibly.

"Hellooooo?"

[fireburned]

"Oh, god, what the fuck are you going on about?"

Someone sounds grouchy. Or like he just woke up. In other words, normal for him.

[campjesus]

"-- noooo, stop hitting me -- come here, I'm gonna -- ow!" More giggling, then a thump like someone else just fell. "Serves you right -- stop I'm on the phone." He scrambles off the bed and locks himself in the bathroom, sitting with his back to the door so it can't be forced open. He is in grave danger of tickling otherwise.

"What? On about what?"

[fireburned]

"You want Easy to come? What?"

He managed to miss the whole thing about Easy, being kidnapped and all. His general knowledge of the man consisted of 'someone I probably won't like' but he will admit to being judgey of Brody's taste in boyfriends.

[campjesus]

"Um -- yeah, he's just gonna stay with us for a while. Until he gets a job!"

... given Brody's taste in boyfriends, that could be never.

[fireburned]

There's a pause that lasts entirely too long.

"Is that... the best idea?"

[campjesus]

"No it's okay, he's gonna go to meetings and stuff." Oh. "Rent isn't gonna cost any extra, I mean, he's gonna sleep in my room."

[fireburned]

"No, I mean keeping him... safe." Another too long pause. "What do you mean, meetings?"

[campjesus]

"Oh yeah, it'll be fine. I mean, he doesn't do stupid shit, you know? He knows to clear out if shit's gettin' greasy." Whoever is trying to get into the bathroom gives up, and he waits a moment before peeking his head out again. "Oh, you know, support groups." Yes, please be more vague!

[fireburned]

He is not altogether enough to deal with this kind of shit. He bites back asking if Brody's high, or asking if Easy's high, and sighs instead. "I'll have a place by Monday, Monty's taking care of it. I'll tell 'im to make sure the kitchen works and shit. What kind of support groups, Brody?"