Hi, Lavi, it's -- still Allen. It occurred to me that you might not know how to work this strange phone yet, although... you're supposed to be smart, so I thought you'd be able to figure it out. But you also couldn't record a good message, so perhaps that's my fault overestimating you.
Sorry. I'm a little on edge. I'll try and be in touch with one of your roommates, maybe, and ask if they can show you how this thing works.
I just realized I didn't ask you what room you're in. I have no idea who your roommates are. It seems a little obnoxious to ask everyone here just to see to it that you learn to pick up your phone, so just figure it out and call me, please.
Are you -- ignoring me on purpose? That would make more sense, right? I know you know that when a phone rings, you pick it up.
Is this because I didn't tell you everything that happened over almost a year the moment you arrived? Not to spoil it for you, but I grew an inch and a half. A lot of things happened, you can't just expect a full mission report for ten months.
I'm trying to tell you things, just -- call me. [click!]
I can't decide if I think you're ignoring me or if I should be worried yet.
--Or maybe it's my fault? Maybe I'm making things worse by piling all these calls on top of each other. I've just realized I haven't gotten a message on my phone yet and I've no idea how to retrieve one.
Well, all right, I'll give it a few more hours, then...
It's Allen again, Lavi. Look, it's been ages since I left you that first message. I'm starting to get a little concerned. I want you to call me back -- as I'm sure you're shocked to hear, I know.
...But if you're just listening to all these messages and laughing, I will still get you.
Okay, I-- I called because I wanted to talk to you about something important, but now I'm wondering if something actually happened to you. I'm sorry about all the messages, so just... Let me know when you listen to this, all right?
I really don't know how this works, so... Oh! Maybe each new one replaces the old ones, that would be wonderful, I would feel like much less of an ass when you do get this.
Hmm. Maybe I should leave a better one, then... [click]
[voicemail] 10/wait I milked another one out of this
Lavi, this is Allen. I was hoping to talk to you about something important that I'd rather you hear from me than from Tyki Mikk or Wisely -- Wisely is here, by the way...
[and then, muttering] Shit. I'd better check up on them.
Lavi, this is Allen. I've been trying to get in touch with you so that I could meet up with you and Lenalee and talk to you about something important. When you get this message, please contact me immediately, because it's been the better part of a day and I'm worried now. So let me know when you get this, and please disregard any other messages you might have, and...
( after settling in a bit and allowing the natural side effects of being resurrected finally simmer down, he eases down to look over communication device. he used it to upload a rather “weak” attempt at gathering some information about the trials they just faced, but seeing as how that failed... brilliantly, he can only release a bit of sigh. on one hand, at least he could confirm allen was all right during the period of his absence, but even then, he kind of wondered why he seemed so worried. posters, he said. posters. that’s an overreaction, even for him. but, while that easily draws out a laugh from it, it’s cut short by the way his eyes don’t exactly leave the device. finally, reaching over, he gingerly picks it up; staring at it from all angles. he's vaguely heard of how this was generally supposed to be operated, and the light in the corner seems to beckon him to get a closer look. squinting, he peers into it, before allen's face pops up, and the mail begins playing accordingly.
putting his ear to where he assumes the receiver is, he listens intently.
ah—
so this was the reason for the way allen had initially replied to his inquiry in such a manner. )
( but, as the messages progress, his expression only becomes infinitely more worried, more in the way that allen seemed like he was fully prepared to exact his revenge than of actual apprehension. in this, his mind is already fully prepared in looking for the appropriate excuse. )
( only as it continues, does he actually begin to bite down at the gravity of the situation. he’s done his part in trying to remain cool and collected over the matters, despite his death, and even when he can’t exactly reflect on it and properly label it as that. lavi knows full well, it is what is. what’s done is done. he died, and while he can only be infinitely grateful for the opportunity to have been revived, it’s not something he can immediately voice. looking back down at the device, he smiles a little weakly. ) Sorry 'bout that, Allen... ( he says this to himself, but in the process, his finger hits some sort of vaguely masked key, and it sends out a call.
though, he doesn’t exactly know it yet. ) Guess I was the one to blame here. ( but, after these words, he just sits there in silence and stillness; still unaware of the fact that the line had already been connected. )
( soon after his run-in with allen and his... more than ample amount of messages, he eventually comes across lenalee’s. though, while the second kind of got his skin crawling, the last extinguishes any real semblance of fear he may have had. at least... that sort of fear. the fact that he inadvertently caused her inner and/or mental strife, only strikes a particularly hard-hitting chord with him. that’s the absolute last thing he hoped to accomplish here. she experienced that enough at "home."
but, guilt aside, he also couldn’t help but feel marginally blessed to be able to have companions who were willing to lay their emotions on the line for his sake. even when he considered himself a far stretch from being the “ideal” friend in return (as much as he endeavors). closing his eyes tightly, he finally places in a call. when and if she does pick up, he speaks before even the static on the line can clear. hasty and rushed— ) I got your messages.
Thanks. ( and in his gratitude, there’s an unsaid “sorry for worrying you” embedded in there, his tone far more hushed at the final spoken word. )
( when he hears the familiar tone of allen's voice, he immediately snaps his attention towards the receiver. he's incredulous at first, admittedly. shock settling into his features immediately. as if to prove it, he starts out with: ) A-allen!?
( except, once he does take the time to calm down, he finally allows his words to sink in. it was honestly a nice sentiment to hear something like that, but all the same, it's a weakness of a sign of vulnerability he'd rather not have displayed. shaking it off, he starts off on an entirely separate tangent. ) We all haven't met up in a while, huh? ( all is in lenalee, allen, yuu, himself, the four of them. )
[ good morning, lavi. today, bright and early, your slumber (however light or restful or NOT it was) will be suddenly disturbed by a figure that looms over your curled up for, snoozing on what is likely not your actual bed again.
a second passes.
and then another.
and then you will feel a foot nudge itself against your lower back once. then twice, and harder this time, just in case! ]
Hey.
I gotta question for you.
[ it's been bugging riruka for days, okok. praise her for having the patience to wait this long! ]
[heh] ...It has been a while. [far longer than he's been in Haven]
It'll be good to get together. Though when we meet up, Lenalee will probably fuss over you. [this is a secret code that, if decoded, reads "Allen is going to fuss over you also"]
( he doesn't even startle at her presence above him, a soft mutter escaping his lips before he rolls over. only, the second he receives a blow does he instantly shoot up from his spot. ) W-What!? ( his head turns from left to right, and left again, before it falls to her figure beside his bed. )
Would it have hurt you to wake me up like a normal person—? ( he doesn't consider himself that hard of a sleeper. maybe. sort of. he was just your everyday nap connoisseur okay! ) A question? ( he rubs the back of his neck as he tries to relieve some of the tension and stiffness behind it. )
Edited (shocku. i keep forgetting to delete the subject line. gomen.) 2013-12-01 12:24 (UTC)
Then let's do it sometime soon? I talked about it to Lenalee a while back. ( when he first arrived, that is. ) Thinkin' about making it a party, y'know?
... I don't know about fussin'. I'm actually expecting a good punch?
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