twentieth nap ☄ phone call
[Hypnos had come home just in time to see Pasithea packing up her things. Bewilderment had crashed over him, but no matter what he said, she was insistent to leave with the cat. What had he done? Had something happened? No answers were given to him, even as he followed her halfway down the corridor. Just gone. He'd only been out for fifteen minutes max, so something must have happened in that time frame to make her pack up and go.
So after closing the apartment door in a daze, he drew his spine against the wood, sliding down rather numbly. Eventually he realized his phone was still in his coat pocket (he hadn't had the time or presence of mind to undress), and Pasithea's number was entered into the speed dial. No one answered as it dialed up to the voicemail, so he left a confused message detailing how he didn't understand and that he'd like her to call back -- otherwise he'd call her later.
Not a single call came into his inbox, and so twenty minutes later, he tried again.]