2020-07-29 - Night Flight
Why is Sparrow flying the coop? Inquiring Rhyses want to know!
IC Date: 2020-07-29
OOC Date: 2020-01-24
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4961
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Disappearing for a couple days.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Do lots of things I wouldn't do so you can tell me about 'em when I get back.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Try not to get caught up in anymore gunfire.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Back soon! 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Started to argue about the gunfire part and ended up depressing myself. But I can assure you I have no intention of getting shot at.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Where are you disappearing to, and why?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Dunno. And cuz I don't wanna be here.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Okay, second best reason to leave a place, I guess.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: What's best?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Best is 'cause you do want to be somewhere else.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: What's wrong?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: So very much.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But I gotta drive.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Talk when I get... somewhere. 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: ...okay. Stop at the first diner that either has neon no one's touched since 1954 or a cartoon animal on the sign or both and text me then.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: ( A few hours later... )
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Sorry, darling. We stopped at Sonic.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Only place I could think of that has pineapple milkshakes and lemon-cream slushies.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Random diner might've. You'll never know, now. I was starting to worry about what godforsaken path you were choosing that didn't have any ancient diners on it.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Who's we in this case?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Old friend.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Jens. Keep telling him he should meet you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Which I guess means you should meet him.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Biggest Swiftie I know 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: What, you mean it's not ME!? That's it, we are never, ever, ever getting back together.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😆
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: You don't know Jens. He's amazing. You'll love him 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Uh uh, now we've got bad blood.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I am way way too tired to keep up with your references. I'm a novice. At best.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Okay, okay. I need to calm down. So. What's all the wrongs, today?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: (...)
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: (...)
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Just got my feelings hurt.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: In more ways than one.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Which feels so very petty with everything else that's going on but.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Whatever. Hurt hurts.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Well, yeah. Do I need to go give someone a swirlie? Maybe a atomic wedgie? (You said no gunfire, so I have to aim down a notch.)
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: 🤗
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Nah. But I appreciate the offer.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: That's pretty much precisely the right level of animosity, as a general rule.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But figure I'mma just not engage.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Not a fan of people hurting you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Not a fan of being hurt.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But pretty sure it was done out of hurt.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But that might just be me being way too generous.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I really don't know.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'm not sure it matters.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Traveling to see if you find whether it does?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Traveling to just spend time with someone who's good to me.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Jens can handle me when I'm all weird and messy and whatever.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: He's good people.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: And it's been a good trip so far.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I mean. Milkshakes.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Yeah, but no weird ancient neon cartoon characters.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Not this trip. We'll save that for your owed day. ❤️
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: We're gonna visit cemeteris.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Cemeteries.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Get all our emo out.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Which makes it sound way weirder than it actually is.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I think.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: What are you going to do in them? Wear black and sing sad songs?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Crash a funeral.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I mean.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Unobtrusively.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Be present. Mourn.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Just pick a good one.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Take a picture if you find any funny gravestones.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Promise. ❤️
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: How are YOU doing?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Eh, not terrible. Not a lot happening right now, and I can't decide whether to be bored or glad, considering.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: You'll have to have an entertainingly exciting time for me, I guess. Send interesting pictures.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: ...aaaand apparently Sec thinks they've spotted a cheater down at the tables. What do you think the odds are if I assert ambivalence about not having a spare billion dollars next?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Enjoy your shakes. And tell Jens to bring you back Safe and Sound.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'm the one doing the bringing, gorgeous, but he'll come home whole and happy.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: And I'll see you soon. Shouldn't be gone long. Couple days, most.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Pics sooner.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Okay, I confess, I couldn't think of another title that'd pass on well. Lover. 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Have fun.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😊
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: That does not adequately demonstrate my shame.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I kinda already miss you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Kinda miss you too. 😘
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