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wolfcrunch · 4 years

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75, Izuku and Kaminari, angst? It might be a weird combo idk.

this was a really fun combo to write!! i haven’t written much kaminari before, so i hope i did him justice!

Prompt #75 - Can I be alone right now?

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Izuku would like to think that he had a pretty good grasp on the characters that made up his class, thank you very much. Not even a year had passed since they had started here, at U.A, and Izuku would be proud to call the nineteen other members of his class his friends.

Aside from the boy being very knowledgeable in all of their quirks (although this was not something he liked admitting out loud), but he figured he knew a great deal about the individual hobbies his classmates took on, or other little quirky things about them others might not notice.

He knew that Iida always set aside an hour for reading every day, except Sunday’s where he did two. He knew Uraraka, despite her money issues, often liked to partake in homemade craft, often using disposable items that people were about to recycle. He knew that Asui (no, Tsu, he reminded himself) had a collection of pebbles and small rocks in her room, some she had been holding onto since she was a small child with a variety of colors, sizes and shapes.

Kirishima often liked to make his own little wooden figurines that he painted as gifts, thanks to his quirks. Ashido was amazingly good at cooking spicy foods, sometimes even managing to rival Kacchan. Tokoyami would take any sweaters or jumpers that somehow got left in the common room, ’borrowing’ them in his room for the time being and Jirou seemed to, surprisingly, be a big fan of classical and orchestral music. Yaoyorozu and Kouda seemed to both be fans of writing and drawing, respectively.

Last he knew, the latter two were trying to work together and make a short story about their classmates, which he honestly couldn’t wait to see.

But yes, Izuku would say that he knew all of his classmates fairly well - even Kacchan, as hostile as ever, seemed to have a fascination in reptiles of all creatures, and was currently set on getting permission from Mr. Aizawa to bring one to the dorms.

The boy didn’t know if this was normal or not…after all, before coming to U.A, he hadn’t had many, if any friends at all, reluctant to even consider that Kacchan so close…so can you really blame him, wanting to know everything he could about his classmates?

But if he was being honest…there was one classmate who despite all of this, and despite his own outwardly demeanor…Izuku had to admit that he knew the least about this particular student.

And it wasn’t that he wasn’t observing the other - it was quite the opposite, really. It just appeared that the student, Kaminari, knew how to hide his interests extremely well. It wasn’t something one would call the electricity-quirked user - secretive.

But…Izuku didn’t know what else to put to the other boy. Maybe he was just really shy with whatever it was that he liked doing? But surely he knew none of the class would laugh or make fun of him…

Not to mention that he wasn’t exactly the closest with the blond - who was usually a member of Kacchan’s small group, and the thought of asking the explosive blond leader was out of the question. Kacchan would tell him…but in his own loud, profanity-filled Kacchan-esque way.

No, if Izuku wanted to get closer to another classmate, this was the perfect opportunity. This was his chance.

And Izuku might not be the best when it came to socializing and getting together with others…but surely it couldn’t be that hard, right?

—–

"Ah, Kaminari!!“

Izuku had waited until the following Monday, carefully keeping an eye on the blond as the group finished their classes for the day, waiting until they all got back to the dorms before he decided to approach the other with a raised hand and a light call. The boy startled out of whatever conversation he’d been having with Mineta, and Izuku only felt a little bad.

Judging by the blush and slight nosebleed on Mineta’s face, he should give himself a bigger pat on the back for stopping wherever that talk had been heading.

"Midoriya?”

The other hero-in-training looked confused, and Izuku couldn’t really blame him - neither went out of their way that much to talk about one another. Izuku could only smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, it’s about the English assignment we got today…I know you’re pretty good with English, and Todoroki’s not available to help out today…mind if we maybe work out the assignment together?”

Kaminari looked shocked, as if he’d literally shocked himself with his own quirk. “You want me…to help you?”

In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t the best excuse…but Izuku wasn’t exactly lying either. His English could be downright awful at times. Even with his admiration of All Might…it left him with something less than desired.

"I…I don’t think I could really be that helpful, eh? I’d just be distraction…“

Izuku refused to back down, "Think about it, Kaminari– you say you always have trouble writing it all down, right? We can help each other…I could even give you some notes on our Maths and Art classes-”

Kaminari moved in the blink of an eye, snatching Izuku’s arms. “Why didn’t you say anything before?! Man, not that I appreciate help from Kacchan, but he can be a reaaaal bummer!”

Izuku smiled at the use of his childhood friend’s nickname, letting the other teen start to drag him along towards the elevators. “So I take that as a yes?”

“Totally!! Oh, dude, we’re gonna have soo much fun!” It seemed as if Kaminari forgot the whole reason they were doing this already, “We’ll go to my room…no offence, but studying and doing homework, All Might watching me from every corner? A real creepy vibe, dude.”

"Haha, yeah…….wait, what?“

—–

"Just throw your stuff wherever ya need to, bro!”

Izuku had seen the blond’s room once - when they had first moved in. He’d been…surprised, sure, by the others taste. But this…

“What an…interesting set up…”

Izuku had no clue where to look first. Kaminari just grinned, trotting right in and all but dumping his schoolbag onto the small table in the middle of the room, books spilling out as he searched through to find his English book.

And that’s when Izuku saw it.

A small notebook slid out, falling off the edge and landing on the floor with a quiet thump. Kaminari, too engrossed in finding the correct schoolwork, didn’t notice as Izuku walked over, picking up the notebook carefully in both hands.

It seemed to be about the same size as most of his quirk analysis notebooks…and it seemed extremely worn out, like it had been used a lot. On the front, in big kanji, was just one word that make the unruly-haired teen’s eyes lighten up in excitement.

‘QUIRKS’

Ehhh?! Kaminari keeps a book on quirks?! I mean, I guess it could be anything really…maybe he just thinks of quirks that would be cool to have? Or maybe…

“Hey, Kaminari? I never knew you were one for liking to know things about quirks!” Izuku proclaimed, waving the book around shyly with a hand as the blond’s head whipped up to look at him with wide eyes. Izuku just grinned, turning the notebook over in his hands, almost admiring it. “We should compare notes sometime! It’d be interesting to see how different or alike our notes could be…do you keep updated on heroes or just the class?”

As Izuku spoke excitedly, his scarred fingers began to open the cover of the book. He had no time to react to what came next. As fast as a snake striking, Kaminari’s hand grabbed onto Izuku’s wrist, squeezing tightly as the other hand grasped the book, snatching it out of Izuku’s own.

All Izuku could do was give some sort of yelp of surprise, yanking his hand back hard enough to almost stumble the other teen with his eyes wide.

A throbbing pain started in Izuku’s wrist, and he hissed, covering it with his free hand. “What was that for?”

The One for All user hadn’t seen how Kaminari’s face darkened, snapping back. “You shouldn’t open up other people’s stuff, Midoriya.”

Izuku had never heard as much malice in the others tone, and even Kaminari seemed caught off guard, taking a step back. “Holy crap dude, I didn’t mean to snap!” he murmured apologetically, keeping his distance as he set the notebook aside on his shelf. “Really, I was way out of line…my notes aren’t any good though, sorry to grab you like that. Is your wrist alright?”

“Ah…yeah, it’s ok…” Izuku mumbled , stretching his fingers before looking at the boy who’d lashed out. “It should be fine.”

“Let me go get you an ice pack from downstairs!” Kaminari insisted, hurrying towards his door. “We can compare notes when I get back, if you’re still up for it?”

“…sure.”

Izuku didn’t like the unease crawling in his gut, listening halfheartedly as the other told him to sit down and wait before dashing out. Izuku’s free hand tentatively rubbed at his sore wrist, frowning slightly at the force his classmate had decided to use.

Man, I mean, he’s right…but I’ve never seen Kaminari react like that before, and I know he tends to let other people get way closer than that…

An uneasy thought nagged at him, suggesting that perhaps the other had been hiding something within the notebooks contents - but Izuku decided to push that away with a shake of his head. This was Kaminari, after all, one of the nicest people in the class! Surely he, of all people, wasn’t hiding anything to warrant that kind of reaction…

But…

Izuku found himself carefully, quietly heading to the very same shelf Kaminari had put the notebook in the middle of the conflict, only hesitating for a few moments before he reached out, taking the item and sighing softly.

This feels really bad but…I feel like something’s…

Izuku couldn’t really put his finger on the unnatural, bad feeling about it all.

He opened the book–

only for the first page to be empty.

Frowning, Izuku flipped through the next five, that were equally as blank, and stopped for a moment, eyes raking down the page critically.

Is it invisible ink maybe? Or maybe he hasn’t even written anything…

But the hero student flipped to the next page, and his throat ran dry. For this page was full…very full. He nearly dropped it, green eyes frantically scanning the pages.

His stomach crawled as he read the information on the page.

Name: Aoyama Yuuga (Hero Name: Can’t Stop Twinkling)

D.O.B: 30/5/2XXX

Quirk: Naval Laser

Strengths: Able to shoot out laser in various spots with hero costume. Hyper-aware of surroundings. Able to bend his own light in various shapes. His quirk is exceptionally powerful on its own, and he has deadly accurate aim.

Weaknesses: Stomach hurts after using quirk at full-blast for 10-20 seconds. Has a bit of an ego. Body isn’t very adaptable to his quirk without his belt. Seems to be the odd one out in the class, and acts strangely around them - stands out.

Aoyama seems to think extremely highly of himself, and it would be quite easy to go under the guise of a fan of his, or even a civilian asking about what he calls his “fashion sense”. He loves anything related to France, as well as cheese. Not terribly too smart, but not one you would want to mess with, either. Has not yet trained himself in much when it comes to hand-to-hand or quirkless battling, and being hit with his quirk isn’t an option. Close range battling is best for taking him out.

Rating: 1/5. Body is too unstable to use for different quirks - however his quirk, with the right base, would be acceptable for H.E.N Project #021

and that wasn’t all - in any clear space were pictures of the boy himself in all his glory, for once unaware a photo had been taken. There was also a picture taken of the boys hero costume, little bits of writing detailing every part, and even where he would be most vulnerable to strike.

On the next page stated more information about the other blond in their class - his birthplace, current address, and even the basic information about his immediate family - and their quirks, too!

What the hell is all of this…? And this H.E.N Project…

Izuku wanted to put the book down and leave, feeling a chill go down his spine…but the boy kept going, flicking through the pages and feeling his stomach sink even lower with every filled page he came across.

Ashido Mina

Asui Tsuyu

Iida Tenya

Uraraka Ochako

Mashirao Ojirou

Kirishima Eijirou

Kouda Koji

Satou Rikido

Shouji Mezou

Jirou Kyouka

Sero Hanta

Tokoyami Fumikage

Todoroki Shouto

Hagakure Tooru

Bakugou Katsuki…

and finally,

Midoriya Izuku

Izuku didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, staring at the bottom of Kacchan’s final page before turning it to his own, not sure what he was suppose to be expecting. Well, what he had been expecting, at the least, was writing about as detailed as all his other classmates.

But how wrong he was.

Kaminari’s assessment on him didn’t only have pictures on the hero student himself - no. There were pictures of several others - heroes.

All Might and Gran Torino.

Izuku’s heart sped up, all air leaving his lungs when he also noticed older photos - not of him, but of an younger Gran Torino, of a younger All Might.

Of Shimura Nana. All Might’s mentor.

Izuku’s hands shook as he finally read the information listed, although his green eyes only stuck to one very specific part, one that just about sent the boy into pure terror at the thought of being found out.

Quirk: One for All.

Counterpart to All for One. One for All allows Midoriya to have access to immense speed and strength. He is currently the ninth holder, inheriting the quirk from All Might, and is likely being trained to be the next Symbol of Peace. One for All grows as the holder grows and mends with the quirk themselves, meaning that Midoriya’s output will eventually be much stronger than that of All Might in his prime. It also appears that One for All can influence the user whenever stuck under any quirks that capture their mind, or force them to go against their will. One for All is not able to be stolen, and can only be passed with the holder’s permission. This quirk can cause dreams forced by those previous, some of which can cause the quirk to lash out violently whilst the current user is sleeping.

No…no way…Kaminari…

He know’s about One for All!

Izuku slammed the book shut, putting the book back where he found it as he stumbled back, eyes wide and body almost trembling. His hands found their way to the straps of his backpack, clutching tightly.

He knows about One for All…I know I’ve almost spilled it a couple of times, but there can’t be any way he could’ve heard one of my talks with All Might, or even Kacchan…No one else would’ve told him. No one else knew the secret and Kaminari well enough to talk about it, especially not to his face! What the heck am I suppose to tell All Might?!

…..

Unless…

All for One.

It felt as if cold water had been thrown over Izuku at the suggestion conquered up…logically, there was no other way the electric quirked boy knew but…

Kaminari…working with All for One? The League of Villains…?

…it all made too much sense. The attacks. The camp. Kacchan’s kidnapping and Kamino…everything.

He felt sick. Emotions coiled and squeezed at his insides, as if stones were weighing him down under water, and Izuku wasn’t aware of how hard he had been biting his lip, the coppery iron taste of blood filling his mouth. His face paled at what exactly he was accusing the other boy of.

Of being a traitor…

I have to go…I can’t be here, it’s too dangerous–

He couldn’t take the book with him. It would arouse too much suspicion. Izuku turned his back on the notebook, hurrying to the door, which Kaminari hadn’t closed behind him. But just before he got out to the hallway–

“Midoriya? Dude, you alright? You’re looking kinda pale there.”

Izuku jumped almost several feet in the air, whipping around in fright as Kaminari appeared at the other end of the hallway, coming to meet him with an ice pack in one hand. The One for All user couldn’t help but step back, earning a puzzled look from the blond.

“Midoriya…?”

“A-Ah, sorry Kaminari…something came up,” Izuku couldn’t stop the stutter in his voice, pulling on his bag straps and forcing a wane smile across his face in an attempt to convince the other. “My, uh, my mum called me. Something happened at home and I– I just really gotta go and sort this out, you know? I need to…can I be alone right now?”

Izuku’s gaze averted to the carpet hallway flooring, toeing at the material before he made to go around Kaminari, giving him another uncertain smile. “Thanks for the ice pack, but my wrist barely hurts–”

"Midoriya.“

Izuku blinked, and Kaminari went on the offensive. With his quirk crackling around his fingers, the blond had struck out, slamming a hand on Izuku’s chest and letting loose. All in time that was not enough for the target to react as the taller boys quirk reacted immediately, striking out.

The electricity ran its course through Izuku’s veins, setting them alight in fiery pain as he let out a shriek - one that Kaminari quickly covered up with his other hand, dropping the ice pack. Izuku’s legs gave way as the shocks zapped and crackled across his entire body, limbs locking up with Izuku’s mouth gaping open. His throat closed over, stopping any oxygen.

With a vision swimming of black and white, Izuku tried to give out a weak cry, doing his best to fight off the unconsciousness that threatened to submerge him. The sting of copper filled the back of his mouth, and Kaminari crouched besides the fallen boy, golden eyes watching him like a predator.

Kaminari, hair standing up due to the voltage of his quirk, only gave a sickly sweet smile at his classmates predicament, going to pat the cheek of the freckled boy. His voice was muffled, but Izuku could still hear him. Hear the calmness cold that took over the others tone.

"If only you had kept your hands to yourself, Deku…what a naive little hero wannabe.”

No…I can’t…All Might!! Someone…!

But the downed boy couldn’t move his mouth, his tongue as heavy as led, and the student above him sighed.

“I kinda liked your work ethic, ya know? But, well…all good things gotta come to an end, right?”

And that was the last thing Izuku heard, his body finally going into shutdown and static filling his eardrums, the unconsciousness gripping him and dragging him into the void with its deathly claws, claiming its prize.

Kaminari scowled at the now knocked-out boy, scoffing as he got up and nudged the smaller boy’s face with his foot. What an idiot.

He quickly looked, making sure no one was entering the floor nor leaving their rooms before he grabbed hold of one of Izuku’s arms, dragging him into his room and shutting the door behind him.

“That was easier than I thought…”

Dragging him across the floor, Kaminari quickly found some rope he had stored away to tie and bound the others arms and legs, shoving him all too roughly into his closet before fishing his phone out of his pocket.

The number he dialed he practically knew off by heart, and he was sure to send a password via text so that the receiver knew it was in fact him.

The phone rung three times before being picked up.

“You better have a good reason for calling, kid.”

Kaminari couldn’t help the grin that spread across his features. The giddiness that filled his being, almost wanting to make the boy prance around his room in delight.

“Dr. Tsubasa, I got him. Midoriya Izuku is ready for transport to your facility.”

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boldmistakes · 6 years

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How to be Family Friendly in the Modern World (seblaine, 1/1)

summary: A far-from-exhaustive selection of text exchanges and acknowledged phone calls between Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smythe. Or, alternatively: "You used to text Sebastian all the time! You would call him, even!" the fic. [~4.5k] [A03] warnings: brief mention of Finn, but not in a grief context notes: happy seblaine anniversary! here’s to six fabulous years with you wonderful people! it’s before midnight somewhere, right?

SEBASTIAN [21:12]: Hey

SEBASTIAN [21:12]: Missing Dalton coffee yet?

BLAINE [22:02]: Always!

SEBASTIAN [22:03]: Then you should drop by again. We can grab a few cups, I can show you around, you can see how things have changed …

BLAINE [22:47]: Dalton can’t have changed that much in a few months.

SEBASTIAN [22:48]: Maybe not. But they did give me your old room. You can see what I’ve done with the place.

BLAINE [23:04]: Significantly altering the Dalton dormitories is against Rule 3, subsection 12, point 2 of the Dalton Handbook.

SEBASTIAN [23:04]: Shit haha, did you memorize that?

SEBASTIAN [23:04]: I didn’t even realize there was a handbook

SEBASTIAN [23:05]: So there’s new things to see. I promise. Like I got a bigger bed. Six plus privilege.

SEBASTIAN [23:05]: You know what they say about tall guys ;)

BLAINE [23:10]: They have trouble fitting into short beds?

Keep reading on A03

BLAINE [23:11]: Anyways, the trek out to Dalton is kind of a long one. Maybe we can meet in the middle? Have you ever been to the Lima Bean?

SEBASTIAN [23:12]: No.

BLAINE [23:14]: It’s good! Their medium drip is to die for, I used to go there every day.

SEBASTIAN [23:15]: Sounds like a trek itself from Dalton

BLAINE [23:15]: No, it’s actually pretty close to Dalton, you can look on Google maps

SEBASTIAN [23:16]: So why not just come to Dalton? Your buddies miss you

BLAINE [23:17]: Because Lima Bean coffee > Dalton coffee

BLAINE [23:17]: Trust me.

SEBASTIAN [23:18]: Believe it when I drink it

SEBASTIAN [23:18]: But okay

BLAINE [23:19]: Then it’s settled? How does tomorrow work for you, around four?

SEBASTIAN [23:19]: It’s a date.

SEBASTIAN [23:19]: See you then, sexy

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I have a boyfriend, you know.]

ii.

BLAINE [18:23]: Scandals doesn’t have a dress code does it

SEBASTIAN [18:56]: Picture me laughing at that

SEBASTIAN [18:56]: Don’t worry. Just show up cute as ever, you’ll be fine

BLAINE [18:57]: And you’re sure the IDs will work?

SEBASTIAN [19:01]: It’ll be fine

BLAINE [19:03]: Mine says I’m 38!

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> You don’t think I look that old, do you?]

SEBASTIAN [19:04]: They just need to say they saw something, legally, but it could be made in your baby sister’s arts n crafts class. Trust me.

BLAINE [19:05]: Okay. You’re the expert.

SEBASTIAN [19:05]: Nice of you to notice ;)

BLAINE [11:26]: Thanks for the lift last night. I was really out of it.

SEBASTIAN [11:28]: I’d say. You tried to convince me Grease 2 had its merits

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I just think people are a little too hard on sequels!]

SEBASTIAN [11:28]: But seriously

SEBASTIAN [11:28]: Anytime, buddy

SEBASTIAN [22:21]: You smashed it. Standing O, seriously.

BLAINE [7:12]: Thanks!

SEBASTIAN [17:18]: Is it wrong to thank you, your ass, your mouth, for the fantastic jerk off session I just had?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> What? Really?

> You’re not serious.

> What the fuck?]

BLAINE [18:03]: Yes.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Masturbation while thinking of friends is perfectly normal of course and I won’t pretend I’ve never, but,]

BLAINE [18:04]: Please don’t be like that, Sebastian, or we can’t talk anymore.

SEBASTIAN [18:09]: Oops. So I’m to stay pg13?

BLAINE [18:09]: That would be nice.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> You’re full of shit. You know exactly what this is, don’t you?]

SEBASTIAN [14:35]: Hello pg-friend. How’s your pg-day going?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> (unimpressed emoji string)]

BLAINE [14:40]: It’s going fine.

BLAINE [14:41]: How are you?

SEBASTIAN [14:43]: I can’t answer that question if I’m to stay family friendly.

BLAINE [14:44]: Sebastian, I have a boyfriend.

SEBASTIAN [14:45]: You don’t say.

SEBASTIAN [14:45]: It wasn’t about you. It’s about the guy who’s ((censored)) me right now and doing such a bad job out of it I wish I was watching C-span instead.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> You’d do a much better job of it. I can tell.

> ???????????? he’s doing what ????????? how are you texting?]

BLAINE [14:46]: I see

BLAINE [14:46]: Stop him?

SEBASTIAN [14:46]: I never turn down free … let’s say whistle-blowing services

SEBASTIAN [14:47]: It’s rude

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> And I’m starting to get a cramp in my wrist from the blue balls you’ve given me anyways.

> Dump your boyfriend.]

BLAINE [14:48]: Then too bad for you?

SEBASTIAN [14:54]: Not too bad. I did just ((censored))

BLAINE [14:54]: Not cute, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN [15:19]: I can’t help if my life is rated R

SEBASTIAN [15:52]: What would you have me do?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Leave me alone.

> You have hobbies that don’t involve sex, don’t you?

> Do you like being irritating?

> Are we friends?

> I don’t know.]

SEBASTIAN [18:21]: I can tell you’re online, you know.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I know.

> I miss Dalton.]

BLAINE [8:01]: Sorry. Been busy, glee club stuff.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Don’t get boring on me.]

BLAINE [16:26]: Why do people ignore good ideas?

SEBASTIAN [16:26]: People are, as a rule, stupid.

SEBASTIAN [16:26]: What’s up? You didn’t look too happy at the Bean

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> You crashed my date!]

BLAINE [16:28]: Glee club stuff

SEBASTIAN [16:30]: Must be a lot of stuff. Care to share?

BLAINE [16:31]: I don’t know if I should

SEBASTIAN [16:31]: So what? You think I’m out to sabotage your club now?

SEBASTIAN [16:32]: I thought the Warblers were your friends

BLAINE [16:32]: They are!

BLAINE [16:32]: You’re right. It’s not real top-secret stuff anyways. Just … people don’t want to listen to me.

SEBASTIAN [16:33]: Why not? Other than stupidity.

BLAINE [16:35]: Because I’m new, I guess

BLAINE [16:35]: But I did good with the Warblers, didn’t I?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Vocals, sure. Dancing, eh.]

SEBASTIAN [16:36]: Yeah, you were amazing with the Warblers.

BLAINE [16:36]: Thank you

BLAINE [16:37]: So I have an established history with glee clubs, right? You’d think some of my ideas would be worth taking into account. But no. I’m an interloper.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Come back here, then.]

BLAINE [16:37]: I know I’m new and I have to pay my dues first.

BLAINE [16:38]: It’s just not what I expected, I guess.

SEBASTIAN [16:41]: Make a power base. Get some support. Friends, lackies, whatever

SEBASTIAN [16:41]: People who will agree with you

BLAINE [16:42]: That’s not really how the New Directions work

BLAINE [16:42]: You have to get used to doing things alone.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> You mean your useless twink of a boyfriend can’t help?]

SEBASTIAN [16:43]: What about Kurt?

BLAINE [16:43]: Of course Kurt supports me!

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Yeah, the exclamation point really sells it]

SEBASTIAN [16:44]: Okay so that’s one. What about his friends?

BLAINE [16:47]: I haven’t really hung out with them.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Your life sounds miserable.]

BLAINE [16:47]: Again, I’m the interloper. Even though I transferred schools ...

BLAINE [16:52]: Ignore me. I know I’m not being fair.

BLAINE [16:52]: Apparently, two years ago a guy did transfer from Carmel just to date the lead, Rachel, and try to sabotage her. So there is precedent.

SEBASTIAN [17:03]: That’s insane. Who transfers schools to do something like that?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> And who leaves a better school for a shittier one?]

BLAINE [17:05]: Glee club gets really intense.

BLAINE [17:05]: You don’t read show choir blogs, do you?

SEBASTIAN [17:06]: I’ve read a few

SEBASTIAN [17:06]: I’m all about being informed about my enemies

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Am I your enemy?

> Are we your enemy?

> Who’s your enemy?]

BLAINE [17:08]: See, I don’t get that. Calling people enemies and cutthroat behavior like that. Isn’t it better to win honestly? That’s how you really know you’re the best.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> That’s naive

> You’re lucky you’re cute

> Gaaaaaaaaayy]

SEBASTIAN [17:09: People have different ways of judging what’s best, I suppose

BLAINE [17:10]: Yeah.

BLAINE [17:12]: Hey, if you read the blogs, have you read about this Jean Baptiste guy? He sounds crazy!

SEBASTIAN [17:12]: Oh, totally.

SEBASTIAN [6:58]: I just had a brainwave.

BLAINE [7:00]: ?

SEBASTIAN [7:01]: I just realized waffles are the fat American, pancakes are the limp Canadian, and crepes are the sexy French.

BLAINE [7:02]: This sounds suspiciously like a compliment to yourself.

SEBASTIAN [7:02]: Calling me sexy, Anderson?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> NO!

> Not like that!

> You know you’re good looking. Shut up.]

BLAINE [7:02]: That’s what I mean! It was a trap to benefit you!

BLAINE [7:03]: But I suppose it makes sense. Are the British crumpets then?

SEBASTIAN [7:03]: Definitely

SEBASTIAN [7:03]: Doughy and full of air…just like them

BLAINE [7:04]: That’s mean.

SEBASTIAN [7:04]: Yet I know you’re laughing

BLAINE [7:04]: I plead the 5th

SEBASTIAN [7:05]: Then let’s talk about my sexiness again

BLAINE [7:05]: Shut up

BLAINE [7:05]: Fine. I’m laughing.

BLAINE [7:05]: (string of smiling emojis)

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> God, you’re cute]

SEBASTIAN [7:06]: (thumbs up emojis)

SEBASTIAN [7:08]: Which reminds me: what happened to Mr Richardson’s thumb?

BLAINE [7:08]: Apparently it’s classified.

BLAINE [7:08]: But we had lots of theories

SEBASTIAN [7:09]: Tell me everything

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Thanks, by the way. I needed the pick-me-up.]

SEBASTIAN [15:01]: Texting during W meetings is strictly prohibited. I’m a rebel. I’m a saint. I’m salt of the earth and I’m dangerous.

BLAINE [15:01]: They’ll put you in Dalton Jail for that. Careful.

SEBASTIAN [15:01]: Haha

SEBASTIAN [15:01]: … Wait are you serious?

SEBASTIAN [15:02]: Does Dalton have a jail?

SEBASTIAN [15:02]: It totally does, doesn’t it.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> (winking emoji)]

BLAINE [15:03]: Wouldn’t you like to know

SEBASTIAN [15:04]: Evil, pal, that’s real evil …

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> So how go things with the wife?]

SEBASTIAN [20:12]: Hey? Do me a solid?

BLAINE [20:12]: What’s up?

SEBASTIAN [20:13]: My car’s in the shop, mind giving me a ride to Pittsburgh to pick it up? Can do it in the evening, I’ll just get a hotel room and get her in the morning.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I don’t know if that’s a good idea.]

BLAINE [20:16]: Sure, when?

SEBASTIAN [20:16]: Thanks. Friday?

BLAINE [20:21]: I can do that.

[UNSENT TEXT:

> What, no date night?]

BLAINE [20:21]: Why’s your car in Pittsburgh anyways?

SEBASTIAN [20:22]: I was there last week and it broke down. Dad dropped me back at school but he can’t drive me out there.

SEBASTIAN [20:22]: Too busy.

BLAINE [20:23]: I know how that goes.

BLAINE [20:23]: Well, it’s no problem.

BLAINE [20:23]: I hope you know I’ll be picking the music though.

SEBASTIAN [20:24]: That’s fine.

SEBASTIAN [20:25]: Hopefully I’ll get to hear a little of your singing along…

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I miss your voice]

BLAINE [20:25]: Of course.

BLAINE [20:25]: Who can listen to the radio and NOT sing along?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Me.]

SEBASTIAN [20:26]: Good question.

SEBASTIAN [20:26]: I look forward to it. A little Sebastian-and-Blaine roadtrip action.

SEBASTIAN [20:31]: I’ll be free after 3:30, so pick me up whenever after that.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> It’s a date.]

BLAINE [20:32]: Okay, I should be there by 4/4:30.

BLAINE [20:32]: I’ll keep you updated.

SEBASTIAN [20:33]: Thanks again, tiger

BLAINE [22:21]: Got home safe!

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> (smiling emojis)]

SEBASTIAN [22:24]: K

SEBASTIAN [10:23]: No accidents on this end either.

BLAINE [10:24]: Good to hear!

SEBASTIAN [10:31]: Though I’ll have you know Hungry Like The Wolf played on the radio at one point and I started laughing so hard I nearly veered off the road.

BLAINE [10:32]: I never should have told you that story!

SEBASTIAN [10:32]: Yeah…but boy am I glad you did!

BLAINE [10:33]: I blame it all on Cooper, for the record.

SEBASTIAN [10:34]: But it doesn’t erase the truth, does it? The horrible, kibble smoothie truth...

BLAINE [10:34]: Ignoring you!

SEBASTIAN [10:35]: (kiss blowing emoji)

BLAINE [13:03]: What’s so great about New York, anyways?

SEBASTIAN [13:11]: Art, culture, bagels?

BLAINE [13:12]: Okay. Sure.

BLAINE [13:12]: I’m just being dumb.

SEBASTIAN [13:12]: You don’t have to say that whenever you’re upset.

BLAINE [13:15]: ?

SEBASTIAN [13:15]: You know. Deflecting.

SEBASTIAN [13:15]: What’s up?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Kurt stuff?]

BLAINE [13:19]: Nothing.

BLAINE [13:29]: I miss Dalton.

BLAINE [13:30]: I like McKinley but

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> It’s kind of lonely.

> Everything kind of smells like Pinesol.

> I hate NYADA.]

BLAINE [13:31]: Ugh.

BLAINE [13:32]: Sorry. I can’t just. Type stuff like this. I feel dumb looking at the words.

BLAINE [13:32]: I’m better at singing about it.

SEBASTIAN [13:32]: What about talking about it?

BLAINE [13:33]: … I’m better at singing about it.

SEBASTIAN [13:24]: You home?

BLAINE [13:24]: Yes

BLAINE [13:24]: Why?

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

BLAINE [18:12]: Thanks, Sebastian.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Dump your boyfriend]

SEBASTIAN [18:13]: No problem

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

INCOMING CALL: BLAINE ANDERSON

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

BLAINE [8:11]: We’re friends, right?

SEBASTIAN [8:12]: Best of buddies.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I don’t want to be your fucking friend, though.

> Why do you only text me when you and Hummel aren’t updating your joint Pinterest wedding board?

> WHO THE FUCK HAS A JOINT PINTEREST WEDDING BOARD????????

> Your boyfriend looks like a turtle.

> Had a dream you were riding me. Care to make it a reality?

> Being pg-13 sucks.]

BLAINE [9:23]: Excited for Regionals?

SEBASTIAN [9:24]: Like you wouldn’t believe.

SEBASTIAN [9:24]: Should have stuck with the winning team, Anderson, cos McKinley’s gonna bite it.

BLAINE [9:25]: We’ll see about that!

BLAINE [9:25]: We have the homecourt advantage, you know. (winking emoji)

SEBASTIAN [9:26]: I’ve whipped the Warblers into fighting shape, though.

SEBASTIAN [9:26]: You won’t know what hit you.

BLAINE [9:27]: Right back atcha!

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I hate you.

> Do you know the mess you’ve made?!

> I hate you.]

SEBASTIAN [12:00]: Come to Dalton for rehearsal if you want to see Michael done well.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> And exactly what you’re missing out on.]

BLAINE [17:12]: Why are you doing this?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> It’s not a big deal]

SEBASTIAN [18:23]: Like I said

SEBASTIAN [18:23]: I’m tired of playing nice

BLAINE [18:24]: I thought we were friends

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> We are

> That's so gay]

SEBASTIAN [18:25]: Truth time, Blaine

SEBASTIAN [18:27]: Friends don’t let friends waste away at some ass-backward public school in Armpit, Ohio with an ungrateful bunch of hypocritical special ed losers who don’t recognize your talent, dating an an ugly guy who looks like he should be on a milk carton because he climbed into someone’s candy van, who definitely doesn’t put it to you the way you deserve.

SEBASTIAN [18:27]: You’ll thank me for this.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Fuck you.]

BLAINE [18:31]: Kurt was right about you.

SEBASTIAN [18:31]: Like I care what he thinks

BLAINE [18:31]: Or what I think?

BLAINE [19:02]: Fine, whatever.

BLAINE [19:02]: We’re going to settle this the old-fashioned way.

BLAINE [19:02]: Two clubs enter, one club leaves with the rights to Michael.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> What the fuck are you talking about?]

SEBASTIAN [19:04]: Sounds fun.

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

ACCEPT / [DECLINE]

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

ACCEPT / [DECLINE]

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

ACCEPT / [DECLINE]

CONTACT BLOCKED: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

iii.

NICK [8:12]: First off, this is Sebastian. Don’t want you accusing me of subterfuge. You just happen to have me blocked everywhere so I went to an alternate avenue.

This is an official invitation to you, Kurt, and Santana to meet me at the Lima Bean tomorrow after school. It’s an offer of peace, before you get worried. We heard about Dave Karofsky over here too and it’s made me reconsider things. We need to talk.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Please.]

BLAINE [15:57]: Not that you deserve it, but. Fine.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I’m sorry.]

CONTACT UNBLOCKED: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

BLAINE [7:23]: I saw that you guys raised a lot of money for Dave. Congratulations.

SEBASTIAN [7:24]: Thanks, Blaine.

iv.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> How are you?]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I miss you.]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Made a kid cry today. Clearly still getting a hang of this nice guy stuff.]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> When did you give Kurt a complex about working at The Lima Bean?]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> How did Paris get boring?]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I wish we were still friends.

> I still get mad sometimes.

> Why did the Warblers help you?]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I’ve got a book recommendation for you. You’d like it. Lots of sappy speeches.]

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Why did I come here?]

UNSENT TEXTS:

> I’m starting to feel like a pussy.]

SEBASTIAN [16:23]: College applications are boring.

BLAINE [18:53]: The performing bit intimidates me.

BLAINE [18:53]: Hi, by the way. How was your summer?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> NYADA applications?]

SEBASTIAN [18:54]: Please, you’re a born performer.

SEBASTIAN [18:54]: Fine. Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll. The usual. Yours?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Thank you.]

BLAINE [18:55]: It was nice. I did my theme park circuit mostly, and hung out with Kurt. He’s in New York now though with Rachel.

BLAINE [18:55]: And I’m the new Rachel of glee club.

SEBASTIAN [18:56]: What the hell does that mean?

BLAINE [18:56]: Honestly? I’m not totally sure.

BLAINE [18:56]: But it’s very prestigious.

SEBASTIAN [18:57]: Then congratulations on becoming Rachel. Dating Finn Hudson next on your agenda?

BLAINE [18:57]: No.

BLAINE [18:57]: I’m dating Kurt, and Finn’s off in the Army, anyways.

SEBASTIAN [18:58]: Really?

SEBASTIAN [18:59]: Never know where anyone’s going to end up…

BLAINE [18:59]: Yeah

BLAINE [18:59]: Sorry, gtg. Skype date with Kurt.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Hah say ‘hi’ for me

> So you’re really doing the long distance thing? Have fun with that.]

SEBASTIAN [19:00]: Have fun with that.

SEBASTIAN [13:02]: You free?

BLAINE [13:02]: Sorry, school president work to do! Ttyl!

BLAINE [19:12]: Hey

SEBASTIAN [19:12]: Hey

SEBASTIAN [19:12]: What’s up?

BLAINE [19:13]: Nothing much.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Can’t believe I’m about to ask this but I am trying this whole nice guy thing so, aren’t you supposed to be Skyping Hummel right now? Or are you skipping out on undoubtedly awkward cybersex for once?]

SEBASTIAN [19:14]: Isn’t this your Skype date time?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> It’s supposed to be.

> Apparently, but I’m the only one who remembers.

> No, it’s not.]

BLAINE [19:14]: Oh yeah! Shoot, sorry, bye Sebastian! Ttyl!

SEBASTIAN [19:15]: Right.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Even looking at your name I know this is a bad idea. I could always talk to you but that’s just because you said what I wanted to hear, didn’t you? But I’m just stupid Blaine and I don’t notice these things. Did you really change? Can people change? Can your boyfriend just go away and become a different person? Am I the one who changed? Blah blah blah. I need a diary.

> I miss Kurt.

> I wish we could talk.

> Technology sucks.]

SEBASTIAN [15:21]: Military school kids are the worst. I’m going to yank the stick out of this guy’s ass and beat him with it.

SEBASTIAN [8:25]: He’s kind of hot though, in a douchebag way.

SEBASTIAN [17:12]: This is when you chime in that I would know what that looks like, you know.

SEBASTIAN [17:13]: What’s the point of setting something up if you don’t take the swing? Jeez.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I just did something really stupid.]

CANCELLED CALL: TO SEBASTIAN SMYTHE.

SEBASTIAN [23:42]: You called me? What’s up?

BLAINE: Sorry. Butt dial.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Talking about your butt to me is just mean.]

SEBASTIAN [23:42]: Careful with that, buddy.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Seriously?!?!]

BLAINE [14:21]: You never do change, do you?

SEBASTIAN [14:53]: Maybe some people just don’t.

INCOMING CALL: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

ACCEPT / [DECLINE]

SEBASTIAN [12:24]: Are we forgiven now that we’re probably never competing again?

SEBASTIAN [12:24]: I know we deserved that but it’s retirement home serenades from now on.

SEBASTIAN [12:34]: At least Hunter is gone.

BLAINE [12:34]: I’m sorry, how do you have the time to text when you should be out there cheating? Run out of steroids to inject?

SEBASTIAN [12:35]: Ouch.

SEBASTIAN [12:35]: You know, I’d never do anything to risk my junk, and I definitely don’t need drugs to keep up.

BLAINE [12:36]: But you didn’t stop it, did you?

SEBASTIAN [12:37]: Jesus. No, I didn’t. And I’m sorry.

SEBASTIAN [12:38]: But I totally lost my authority and I didn’t feel like being a narc.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> As Justin Timberlake would say, cry me a river.

> I'm sorry. I shouldn’t be so hard on you. I know the kind of stupid stuff people pull when they’re desperate.

> Do you really think Hunter’s hot?]

SEBASTIAN [12:45]: I’m glad you did it though. Someone needed to.

BLAINE [12:45]: Yeah. Right.

BLAINE [12:47]: You’re welcome.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> According to Facebook, you’re no longer single. Bummer.

> Serious question: did I ever have a chance?

> Blaine, don’t hate me for this, but he really doesn’t deserve you.

> Wish you never unblocked me.]

INCOMING CALL: BLAINE ANDERSON

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

BLAINE [15:31]: Okay so you timed it, right? He can get from the entrance to the stairs in that time?

SEBASTIAN [15:32]: Relax, Blaine

SEBASTIAN [15:32]: He definitely can, with time left to spare

BLAINE [15:32]: You timed it?

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Can you pay me if you’re going to pull this nervous bride routine? Yes, I did.]

SEBASTIAN [15:33]: Yes, Blaine.

SEBASTIAN [15:34]: I now hate All You Need is Love with a passion from singing it so many times, but I timed it myself, with a few ‘stop and stare at the spectacle’ pauses. I even factored in a possible delay if Sam tries dancing and trips. Which is your job to prevent, btw

BLAINE [15:35]: Thanks, Sebastian.

BLAINE [15:35]: You’ve been amazing.

BLAINE [15:35]: You’re a choreography genius, you know that?

BLAINE [15:41]: But nobody can hate the Beatles ever. That’s a fact.

SEBASTIAN [15:41]: Agree to disagree.

SEBASTIAN [15:41]: But thanks.

BLAINE [15:42]: Oh come on, you have to have a favorite Beatles song, everyone does!

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> It’s camp but my mom always liked to sing All Your Need is Love so. That used to be it. Emphasis on used to be.]

SEBASTIAN [15:43]: I Saw Her Standing There.

BLAINE [15:44]: I love that one! Good taste.

SEBASTIAN [15:44]: I’ve been known to have that, yes

SEBASTIAN [15:44]: You?

BLAINE [15:45]: Blackbird. Back at Dalton, after Pavarotti died, Kurt sang a beautiful rendition of that and it was my moment about him. Hence the Beatles now.

BLAINE [15:56]: I told that story already, didn’t I?

SEBASTIAN [16:02]: Yeah, you did.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> About five hundred fucking times]

SEBASTIAN [16:03]: It’s a good song

SEBASTIAN [16:04]: That bird ritual was bizarre. I just paid some freshman to babysit mine for me. I wouldn’t have noticed if it dropped dead

BLAINE [16:05]: But it’s tradition!

SEBASTIAN [16:05]: I don’t like to do things just because someone says I should

BLAINE [16:06]: Well, that’s true. You move to the beat of your own drum.

SEBASTIAN [16:06]: I try.

BLAINE [16:07]: I like it, by the way, that wasn’t an insult!

SEBASTIAN [16:08]: Didn’t think it was

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Quick question, are we friends again?]

SEBASTIAN [16:09]: Well, I gotta go. Dance steps to plan, other glee club heads to yell at. You know how it is. Bye.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> Sebastian …]

BLAINE [16:10]: Bye!

BLAINE [23:19]: Thank you again for your help, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN [23:20]: You’re welcome.

SEBASTIAN [23:22]: Have a good life, Blaine.

[UNSENT TEXTS:

> I’m single now, you know.]

BLAINE [14:09]: Sebastian, I have a question. And I want you to answer honestly.

SEBASTIAN [14:15]: Well, hello to you too.

SEBASTIAN [14:15]: I don’t even get a ‘sup’? It’s only been god knows how long since I last even heard from you.

SEBASTIAN [14:15]: Rude, rude boy…

BLAINE [14:16]: Okay, jeez, I’m sorry.

BLAINE [14:16]: Hi, Sebastian, how are you?

SEBASTIAN [14:16]: Swell.

SEBASTIAN [14:17]: Now what’s this question? If it’s about whether red makes your ass look big, the answer is yes, but it’s a good thing.

BLAINE [14:18]: That is definitely not my question.

BLAINE [14:18]: It’s about me and Kurt.

SEBASTIAN [14:18]: Okay…

BLAINE [14:19]: When you helped with the proposal, did you think we would work out?

SEBASTIAN [14:20]: Dear god

SEBASTIAN [14:20]: Is this a trick question?

BLAINE [14:21]: No. Honesty, please.

SEBASTIAN [14:22]: Fine. You asked for it.

SEBASTIAN [14:23]: The answer is ‘no’ but I also figured you would keep trying. In an ‘insanity is repeating the same action over and over and expecting different results’ kind of way. But you don’t have to listen to me. I was always a jerk about you two.

SEBASTIAN [14:56]: Too much?

BLAINE [14:57]: …

BLAINE [14:57]: No, that’s fair.

BLAINE [14:58]: Did you know Dalton coffee hasn’t changed? It’s great.

SEBASTIAN [14:58]. Okay, random

SEBASTIAN [14:58]: I thought you preferred the Bean

BLAINE [14:59]: Well, yeah.

BLAINE [15:00]: But Dalton has that special something.

SEBASTIAN [15:02]: I don’t even remember what it tastes like, honestly.

SEBASTIAN [15:02]: Wait.

SEBASTIAN [15:02]: Why are you at Dalton?

SEBASTIAN [15:03]: Did I miss a reunion? I thought I had at least a decade before I got dragged into one of those.

BLAINE [15:04]: No.

BLAINE [15:04]: I’m the faculty advisor for the Warblers right now.

SEBASTIAN [15:04]: Uh did you graduate early or something?

BLAINE [15:05]: No. I dropped out, actually. So. Back home I went.

SEBASTIAN [15:07]: Oh boy

SEBASTIAN [15:07]: Suddenly I understand why you were asking about the proposal. I take it you’re single once more?

BLAINE [15:07]: Yeah. For a little while now.

BLAINE [15:07]: I’m surprised you didn’t know. You used to always be on my page.

SEBASTIAN [15:08]: Hey. People change.

BLAINE [15:08]: That’s true.

SEBASTIAN [15:09]: So what happened? Get into a fight over who was allowed to wear trillbys? Death match over bowties? Did he find out you used to jerk off to me in high school?

BLAINE [15:11]: Who says I did that??

SEBASTIAN [15:12]: Please, Blaine. We’re grownups now. You can be honest.

BLAINE [15:13]: I plead the fifth

SEBASTIAN [15:13]: Yeah, that’s what I thought

SEBASTIAN [15:14]: Seriously though. You okay? Do you want to talk about it?

BLAINE [15:14]: It’s a long and frankly miserable story.

SEBASTIAN [15:15]: I got all day and a lack of empathy, you know that. Fire away

BLAINE [15:17]: Hah…some things don’t change, do they?

BLAINE [15:17]: I think that’s exactly what you said on our little roadtrip when you got me to talk about some of my more embarrassing memories involving Cooper and Duran Duran.

SEBASTIAN [15:18]: It works like a charm, what can I say?

BLAINE [15:19]: It does. But for the record, you’re easy to talk to because you listen, not because you don’t care.

SEBASTIAN [15:20]: Stop, you’ll make me blush.

BLAINE [15:20]: Trust me, it's true.

SEBASTIAN [15:20]: I believe you. Now stop deflecting and talk.

BLAINE [15:21]: Okay.

BLAINE [15:21]: Actually, where are you? Can I call you?

SEBASTIAN [15:21]: Between classes. Go ahead.

BLAINE [15:22]: Thanks, Sebastian.

INCOMING CALL: BLAINE ANDERSON

[ACCEPT] / DECLINE

[END]

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