Honestly? He's all but forgotten how to deal with people who have manners.
The answering text comes as he's filling the kettle; he visibly braces himself as the vibration goes off a split second before the ringtone starts.
Tearin' up my heart and soul We're apart, I feel it too And no matter what I do I feel the pain Without or without you
The worst part is, he's fairly certain he knows which band that is. Fucking Irene. He should not be able to identify late nineties boybands, for fuck's sake.
"You're repeating yourself," he mutters.
The message itself reads: Try not to let them leave in the next 20 minutes.
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The answering text comes as he's filling the kettle; he visibly braces himself as the vibration goes off a split second before the ringtone starts.
Tearin' up my heart and soul
We're apart, I feel it too
And no matter what I do I feel the pain
Without or without you
The worst part is, he's fairly certain he knows which band that is. Fucking Irene. He should not be able to identify late nineties boybands, for fuck's sake.
"You're repeating yourself," he mutters.
The message itself reads: Try not to let them leave in the next 20 minutes.