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Orion Jacobson

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text | roughly May 17/18?

[flowrite]

Orion, can I ask you a favor?

Text

[bitemefightme]

[Orion stares at his phone for a few minutes before finally replying.]

I guess. What is it?

[flowrite]

Were you planning to go to the spring fair this weekend?

[bitemefightme]

[.........................

He's not sure he likes where this is going.]

Not particularly.

Why?

[flowrite]

I was hoping I could convince you to go with me. If you're not busy on Saturday.

[bitemefightme]

......Please tell me this isn't supposed to be a date.

[flowrite]

no! no, I'm sorry, it's nothing like that! um.

I'm supposed to be meeting someone there, and. I don't think I can do this by myself.

[bitemefightme]

Oh, is that all?

[He gives a moment's thought. Fai is a pretty forward guy. For him to worry about meeting someone must mean something's up. Orion doesn't know what that would be, exactly. But it's something worth noting.]

Yea, alright. I suppose I don't mind.

[flowrite]

thank you!!

You don't have to stick around while I talk to them or anything, of course. maybe just make sure we both get home okay?

[bitemefightme]

That's fine. I can chill nearby if you need.

[Seriously. He's not social. Don't expect him to go to stalls or anything. He's perfectly fine playing bodyguard.]

[flowrite]

thank you :)

I'll text you on Saturday when i'm getting ready to go, I can drive us over there.

[And Orion can drive Fai's car back, if things go as Fai assumes they will and he's in no fit state to operate a vehicle at that point.]

6/2 | text

[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?

Misfire text!

[sakeplz]

I want it long and hard
something that really makes me go mmmmmmm yes when I put it in my mouth

text

[bitemefightme]

[Imagine Orion's surprise when he reads his texts to find... this. Something between bright red and what do I do about this.]

....Unsubscribe.

[sakeplz]

[Huh? Who is this person? He doesn't know this person yet! Oh, maybe it's a wrong number thing? lol Oops.]

oh hi! Im Jirou! who are you?

[That's totally how you handle this right? It's apparently what Jirou is doing anyway.]

[bitemefightme]

....Orion.

Err... that thing before...? What was that?

[He means... well, he could, but shouldn't you meet someone before asking them for that kind of thing?

Save him.]

[sakeplz]

I wanted a chocolate bar

[bitemefightme]

[If Orion was drinking something, now would have been the time he did a spittake. He's practically sputtering as it is to create a reply.]

I....

You don't.....





...........................................Please don't describe chocolate like that. Ever again.

You'll give people ideas.

[sakeplz]

oooooh? what ideas did you get?

[He knows exactly what it looks like reading it back but this person is officially adorable and must be teased.]

[bitemefightme]

Boy thoughts.


Why in HELL would you want to know THAT?!? Use your imagination.


..........Wait, don't do that. I take it back.