redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”
“I’ve had better,” he replied, passing by his older counterpart and stomping his foot, causing the older man to yelp and fall over. “How is yours, love?”
“I am overburdened with family,” she told him, emphasising the last word a bit savagely. “My sister, my mother’s brother, my father’s sisters, all four of my first cousins, and the one once removed — augh! I couldn’t even hear myself /think/ this morning.” Summer picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. “But once actual Christmas was over, it’s not been too bad. My usual term is ‘peopled out’, and I so am.”
Anthony narrowed his eyes as Tony started messing with his cat and he briefly considered homicide, before he sighed. “It could be worse,” he chuckled, walking over to Tony and grabbing him by the ear. “You could be in my position.”
“What, locked up with my older self? I don’t think so. We’d kill each other! One of me is bad enough.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, running the brush idly through the ends. “You should get your own space. Somewhere he can’t look over your shoulder all the time … I’d like to be able to visit you.”
redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”
“I’ve had better,” he replied, passing by his older counterpart and stomping his foot, causing the older man to yelp and fall over. “How is yours, love?”
“I am overburdened with family,” she told him, emphasising the last word a bit savagely. “My sister, my mother’s brother, my father’s sisters, all four of my first cousins, and the one once removed — augh! I couldn’t even hear myself /think/ this morning.” Summer picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. “But once actual Christmas was over, it’s not been too bad. My usual term is ‘peopled out’, and I so am.”
redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.
The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.
Anthony yelled something at his older counterpart that sounded a lot like ‘suck my dick, jackass!’ before he picked up the phone with a slight bite to his voice. “Hello?” The teen echoed over the line, giving Tony the bird as he passed, and trying to calm his emotions. “Sorry if that had a slight bite, hello, who am I speaking to?”
Summer chortled under her breath, flopping down onto her bed and arranging herself comfortably to use the speaker. “Tony, it’s Summer. Who are you talking to?”
“No one important,” he replied, as Tony came into his line of vision and started making faces, causing his annoyance to spike. “Just someone who’s going to find their balls gone tomorrow morning if they don’t knock it the fuck off.”
She laughed harder. “You could go into a room by yourself and lock him out. It’s not much fun to call you up if I only get to listen to you threaten him. Forget him. How was your Christmas?”
redmetalandgold:
iamthefirechild:
Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.
The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.
Anthony yelled something at his older counterpart that sounded a lot like ‘suck my dick, jackass!’ before he picked up the phone with a slight bite to his voice. “Hello?” The teen echoed over the line, giving Tony the bird as he passed, and trying to calm his emotions. “Sorry if that had a slight bite, hello, who am I speaking to?”
Summer chortled under her breath, flopping down onto her bed and arranging herself comfortably to use the speaker. “Tony, it’s Summer. Who are you talking to?”
Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.
The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.
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