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Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…THUD!

[color=A70A5A]“Ugh.. what the fuck..”[/color] A hand emerged from under the plush comforter swiping to the left out of habit. Though unlike in her own room, Lora’s arm swept through the empty space not making contact with her usual bedside table. Which meant...

Great.

A soft groan sounded from her as she reluctantly blinked her eyes open, a smooth white ceiling stared back at her and she could make a shape out of the corner of her eyes. Well, and she could feel him, radiating heat beside her. The buzzing of what she suspected were incoming messages and not her alarm sounded again, and again, it was annoying, his soft snoring was more pleasant than the incessant vibrations of the phone on the floor.

One eventual look to her right had washed away the initial panic she had about waking up in someone else’s room and welcomed in a rush of memories from last night. Specifically the parts of her next-door neighbor’s, and sister from another mister, impromptu concert. We all loved Riri, but tequila induced shouting at 2 in the morning was not a vibe, and that’s how she ended up here creepily watching her other best friends’ peaceful journey through dreamland.

BUZZ

[right]That phone had to go.[/right]

[color=A70A5A]“Salem~ Salemmm… pleaseee do something with your phone.”[/color] Lora’s voice was quiet as she gently poked at his cheek, trying to stir him awake as nicely as possible.

Salem groaned at the disturbance, swatting at Lora’s hand and muttering under his breath, [color=60A6C2]“No you.”[/color]

The comeback was a natural instinct after dorming with Elliot for the past couple of years. He was prepared to roll back into his dreams when he, too, felt the vibration of his phone which he apparently forgot to silence. Reality settled into him gradually and he became hyper-aware of Lora’s breathing. Waking up next to Lora or Elliot always left a warmth in his chest; it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that he realized he was quite the cuddler. 

[color=60A6C2]“Mornin’, Lorelei.”[/color] He croaked because nothing started off a day better than trying Lora’s patience. He groped around the sheets for his phone until his hand found the source of their irritation.

Glancing down at his phone, Salem realized why his phone was ringing when he typically leaves it on silent: the texts were from Elliot. Ever since their stint with the Korowai in Papua New Guinea, Salem customized Elliot’s settings to never be on silent. He figured it would save them a lot of trouble in the future (it didn’t).

[color=60A6C2]“It’s Elliot,”[/color] Salem told Lora, leaning against the headboard while reading over the texts,[color=60A6C2] “Uh, I don’t know what I’m looking at, but apparently Elliot doesn’t know what a ‘kyle’ is.”[/color]

Salem tilted his phone towards Lora so she could see the texts and, maybe, could make some sense out of it.

Lora read the text messages through squinted eyes, the stylized black letting under Elliot’s name made her laugh. 

[color=A70A5A]“You haven’t seen that meme, let me show you, that’s actually hilarious.”[/color] No longer disoriented from the grogginess of sleep she easily located her own phone and sat up, sitting cross-legged beside him. A few taps on her phone screen had her eyebrows shooting up as she scrolled through her Notification Center, [color=A70A5A]“Well, looks like Ms.Fortune left us all a cute little ‘welcome to school’ gift.”[/color] 

Lora’s tone was a deadpan as she turned her phone screen to him, the collage dedicated to the elites shared the screen with the incoming bombardment of notifications of fans and haters tagging her in the post, and commenting on her newest post (taken by yours truly) with the cute wolf emoji, [color=A70A5A]“ ‘The Wolf’, it’s kind of hot, maybe I should change my handle to include it.”[/color]

[color=60A6C2]“Lucky,”[/color] Salem muttered, frowning when he saw his name, [color=60A6C2]“I’m ‘The Fool’ which is beyond uninformed and entirely ridicu- do you think they’ll have pancakes at the fair, I really want pancakes now.”[/color]

He shuffled out of his bed and tossed through his clothes in his dresser until he found something comfortable. [color=60A6C2]“You going to your place to get clothes or do you just want to borrow one of my shirts again?”[/color]

Lora yawned in the middle of stretching her arms above her head, [color=A70A5A]“I need to go see if Mari is still alive, and then drag her ass out into the real world. But thanks for letting me crash here cutie, I missed cuddling with you.”[/color] The little wolf wore a playful pout as she wrapped her arms around his waist in a quick hug her voice a coo full of affectionate, [color=A70A5A]“I’ll probably make my way to the festival eventually, after rounding up the hoes. You better go save your boyfriend from himself.”[/color]

[color=60A6C2]“Well, husband actually, but it isn’t legally recognized in the UK.”[/color] Salem coughed, slightly uncomfortable. [color=60A6C2]“But yeah, I’ll hunt him down. Maybe he’ll get pancakes with me”[/color]

His hoodie made his voice more muffled, but when he pulled it over his head, he just grinned at Lora and messed up her hair. [color=60A6C2]“Get your wolfie ass out of here, then. And remember,”[/color] Salem turned towards her, his grin crooked and his curls everywhere, [color=60A6C2]“wolves and fools stick together, our room is always open to you.”[/color]

With a suave snap of her fingers into dual finger guns, Lora made an otherwise silent exit from the OG bro cave and headed back to her own castle. A shower was needed, and a certain Off-key-Rihanna-belting princess needed rescuing from herself, and probably from Mr. Big Buck Hunter too. 

Those two needed to just fuck and get it over with Jesus.


[quote]To: [color=D592A5]Reina[/color]
[color=A70A5A][b]GOOOOD MORNING ANGEL
I’m coming over, so brush your teeth, vomit breath isn’t sexy![/b][/color][/quote]


Salem turned back to his dresser to ruffle around for some socks, and when he couldn't find any, settled on wearing some sandals — despite England being cold and wet most of the time. Then, he had to search for his phone which he had stashed god knows where only a minute ago. He nearly had to flip his mattress to find it and it only shook free from his bed when he ripped the sheets off. The phone went flying out of its proverbial fishnet and hit the wall.

[color=60A6C2]"Fuck me,"[/color] Salem groaned, and a quick inspection revealed that his phone was, indeed, cracked.

Nevertheless, he had a mission – or, more apt, an adventure – to embark on.


[quote]To: [color=00FF7F]Marilyn MonBro[/color]
[color=60A6C2][b]yoooo bro
this lady fortune girl on some other shit fr fr
where r u[/b][/color][/quote]