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[ Since Matthew obviously isn't picking up, Dorian leaves a message. ]

So I was at your office today and everybody wants to know where you are. I don't know how you've charmed them all so throughly but even after Gansey calling and telling them you're sick, you're still the office darling and everybody still wants to know how you're doing—and since they know you know me, that means I was annoyed for about half an hour with "how's Matthew doing."

[ the world's huffiest sigh!!! ] At least give them a call so I'm not annoyed again.

matthew?
where are you?

matthew, it's blue.
i wanted to ask you a question.

[About an hour after the Majority Report pings on his phone, Noah drops over the back of the sofa, landing next to Matthew with his socked feet in the air. He's silent for a few moments, but eventually looks up at the other boy with something like hesitant curiosity.]

... So, you and Lucy, huh?

[Sent fairly early in the night, because Noah is bad at patience.]

when are you guys coming back
like i know it's it's not even seven yet but
i'm already bored

Wake up.

[That's what Matthew hears when he answers.]

[Noah comes back up from dinner to the sound of soft, rumbling voices, and the second he hears the call end he bursts through the door.]

Matthew!

[He practically flings himself onto the bed, scrambling to throw his arms around his boyfriend, pushing him down into the blankets.]

i'm not moving back

i'll find a place to live in the city

i won't be far

We can turn the TV up as loud as we want.

[Noah mumbles the suggestion against the front of Matthew's sweater, but it falls as flat as the rest of the list. He's been trying to find some positive side to Ronan's delayed-and-now-cancelled return, to put a Disney spin on what promises to be a bleak winter at Raven Camp. So far, though, nothing has even begun to stick.]

And he won't make fun of us for watching that wedding show.

[Look - no matter what Ronan says, watching a bride connect with the perfect strapless mermaid dress is an emotionally charged experience.]

hey do u want to come meet my dog

@ the store picking up the essentials

Ronan's in trouble. We need you here. I can pull you here.

[Ronan should have probably come to Matthew first, but he also assumed Matthew would be sleeping the latest, and therefore opted not to show up too early. It's closer to noon by the time Ronan reaches his room, knocking to announce himself before stepping in.]

hey man

wanna do something dumb together

[talking to Matthew is nice; there's no nerves or artifice to it. Magnus doesn't have to feel weird about much, ever, because Matthew is so kind and open. he certainly won't mind a random text]

[ invite ]

[It's a picture of five dogs, all different types and sizes, happily looking at the camera like it's a tasty treat (because there is a tasty treat behind the camera).]

They say hi!

Edited 2018-07-08 20:33 (UTC)

🌟 HEY 🌟
party @ my place friday night
come if ur: 1) a fan of fun & free booze
2) & pools & party games
starts at 8, stay til whenever
bring friends
& hmu if u got questions

- r. mantle

[ This is a forwarded mass-text sent to a few other people as well ~~because he's a monster like that~~ for simplicity and efficiency's sake, but he'll still respond if texted back. ]

[Here's an unexpected video of Quatre-- pre-recorded, not a live video feed. The reason for that may be obvious once the background of the video comes into focus: Quatre's waving from the dashboard of a fucking space ship cockpit. There's a murmur of conversation in the background that the camera doesn't pick up. Quatre's in a retro-ish space suit from the neck down, eyes shining brightly and positively gleaming with happiness.]

Hello from space! We're about halfway to Mars right now. [He shifts the camera over to show a very complicated-looking trajectory display on a screen; for some reason it looks like something out of a 1990s rendition of space navigation, but Quatre seems to understand it just fine.] You'll get this message a few minutes after I send it, so I won't see any reply for a little bit. I'd show you the view out the window but this camera won't pick it up. Maybe someone has the right equipment to at least get you a photo... Anyway, hope everything's going well back on Earth!

text;

backdated to when matthew was in his dreamcoma, voicemail

no subject

no subject

[action; bc i wasn't kidding]

[text] 1/5

a relatively short phone call