Fort Benning, Late Thursday Evening

[socksofcool]

For the first time since he'd arrived for Basic, Seely had five minutes to himself. More importantly, in addition to the five minutes, he also had a phone, and a reasonable assurance that no one was going to either overhear or interrupt him.

Completely unaware of any strangeness back in Fandom, he started dialing.

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[notqueenyet]

"Hello?" asked a voice definitely in Aravis' accent, but absolutely not female.

[socksofcool]

Seely was wiped out enough that his mind missed the right conclusion by some distance and his hand unconsciously tightened on the the phone as it landed squarely on the wrong one. "Who is that?"

[notqueenyet]

"...Seely?" Aravis asked, the smile in her voice. His. Whichever.

[socksofcool]

"Yeah," Seely growled, a lot less smiley.

Poor clueless boy.