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Orion Jacobson

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[crudest]

you home?

[he doesn't want to put anything else on his phone, so he's opting for face to face conversations....]

text

[bitemefightme]

Yea, I'm home. Something up?

[crudest]

[he doesn't answer! because that's all the confirmation he needs. he picks the lock to orion's apartment without hesitation, swinging the door open and waving once]

Yo.

[bitemefightme]

[Orion just... deadpan stares for a moment. The lockpicking is nothing new, but...]

You could have just knocked.

[Because what is common sense with Baren?

Luckily, apparently Fai had snuck into Orion's apartment sometime earlier that week and tidied up for Orion. So, it's less messy than usual. With Orion sitting on the sofa, dumbfounded by the much more sudden guest.

Which reminds him...]

Everything okay?

[crudest]

[That's a question that gets Baren to tilt his head - he's not okay, he's definitely not, but his poker face is a thing of legend.]

Fine.

Why?

[dammit baren]

[bitemefightme]

Because you don't usually ask if I'm here before breaking and entering.

[Of course, Orion's usually the one texting Baren for aspirin for his hangover, so, by default Baren already knows that Orion is home by then. And picks his lock anyway.

Besides, something feels... off about Baren right now.
But, it also could be Orion's paranoia giving him something to pick at, so he'll leave that idea alone.]

What's up, then?