gen texts

[youandmeme]

a general sort of texting meme

maybe you hate calling people on the phone. maybe you hate talking face to face. maybe you love both of those things but texting is more convenient, or the only option, right now. who knows, we're not the texting police.

whatever the case, it's time to send some texts. feel free to include initial texts or preferences in your top levels, but it's not required.

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diego hargreeves | umbrella academy | ota

[superbitter]

[hellogoodhigh]

hey diego can you do me a favor
i need someone to come pick me up from the drunk tank again
patch says hi btw

[superbitter]

is this a joke, klaus?
i'll be there.
but we're gonna have to talk about this.

[hellogoodhigh]

look apparently ur my emergency contact
because like hell i'm making dad it

[superbitter]

guess it was me or luther.

They were the only ones still in the area, other than Vanya. Or their dad, and Eudora knew where they stood with him.

i'll be there soon.
but we can't keep doing this.

[hellogoodhigh]

i know, i know

ben says hi

[superbitter]

hi ben.
i'll be there in a few minutes.

[hellogoodhigh]

[ Ben's been dead for years, but that's not stopping him from judging Klaus's life choices as he sits in the local drunk tank under the watchful eyes of one detective Eudora Patch.

Who's phone Klaus is borrowing.

He hands it back in order to wait for his brother to show up, bracing himself for the 'you can't keep poisoning yourself like this' lecture. ]

[superbitter]

Diego manages to escape the house without any questions from Luther or Pogo and it doesn't take long to get to the station, nodding to Beeman as he crosses through towards where he knows the drunk tank -and his brother- are.

He and Patch don't exchange words, just a pointed look and an eye roll before she unlocks the door and leaves the two of them alone.

"Seriously Klaus? This has to stop."

[hellogoodhigh]

Klaus stands up slowly, stretching and smoothing out his tattered jacket. His personal effects- which is to say the wallet with two dollars and an expired ID card- are returned to him, and he's free to go.

Right into the lecture Diego's got planned for him.

"What, ending up sleeping it off in jail? It's been lovely seeing you again, detective~" He makes a little flourish of a bow, and she rolls her eyes before turning back to her paperwork.

"Better here than at the house. I bet dad's pissed, huh?"

[superbitter]

Honestly, Diego's not sure their father has even noticed that Klaus didn't come last night but he doesn't want to say that. It's still a sore spot for all of them, especially having to relive all of this over again.

"I though you were working to get past this."

[hellogoodhigh]

"Yeah, well, I lied, what else is new?"

More like he relapsed. Dragged into more nightmares, more memories, more ghosts and ghouls and specters tearing at his psyche.
"Look can we do this later, I've got a headache..."

[superbitter]

"Klaus." Throwing an arm around Klaus' shoulder, Diego leads the way out of the station, waving at Eudora and nodding at Beeman as they pass them.

"How about we swing past Griddy's and grab a coffee and something to eat before we head home?" He'd be a little more willing to talk with a full stomach.

[bestfuneralever]

hey so uh you busy?

[superbitter]

uh.
depends.

[bestfuneralever]

on what?

[superbitter]

what you're going to ask.

[bestfuneralever]

distractions, mostly had some pretty fucked up dreams my usual coping mechanisms arent really an option if im doing this sober thing so uh help? (but dont help by asking me to talk about it b/c thats not it) but yeah hi

[superbitter]

in that case.
mom's made pancakes and i'm in the kitchen.
please wear pants.

[bestfuneralever]

smiley face pancakes?
ok ill be down in like 10
i hate pants but if u insist 😝

[superbitter]

don't they always have smiley faces? that's her thing :)
she's gonna put some new ones on so they're hot.
a skirt or dress or whatever is fine.
i just don't need to see your dick when i'm tryna eat.

[bestfuneralever]

true mmm okay. ill be donw soon fine fine i hear u ---- Klaus wanders downstairs a few minutes later, dressed like a real person. Or at the very least a real person who definitely raided his sister's pajamas, but whatever. Same difference. He drops down into a chair at the table and thanks Mom when she sets a glass of orange juice in front of him before going back to bustling about the kitchen. It's a familiar feeling, a-- dare he even think it-- homey kind of feeling, in that way that this house only ever felt because of Mom. He kicks Diego's foot under the table. "Thanks." He knows D has been going out of his way for him lately, and playing Klaus Babysitter isn't really anyone's idea of a good time, but he appreciates it more than he knows how to put into words.

[superbitter]

Diego smiles at Mom when she greets Klaus, expression soft when she touches his shoulder as she passes. And then he cops a boot to the ankle and he scowls at his brother for a minute until that word of gratitude drops from his mouth and his face softens once more.

"Yeah, whatever." Because it is a big deal but he knows Klaus doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. "Does Allison know you've stolen her pyjamas again?"

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus just smirks at the momentary scowl on his brother's face. If he can't be an annoying brat at Diego, what can he even do with his life right now? He sips at his orange juice and is silently relieved that Diego just shrugs it off like it's nothing, even though it's actually kind of everything right now. "I dunno," he admits with a shrug. "But it's not like she'll have to look very hard or far to figure it out, right?"

[superbitter]

"She's not going to keep letting you steal her clothes, y'know?" Mom swats him with a tea towel when he speaks through a mouthful of food and he smirks before he swallows, pointing at Klaus with a fork.

"Have you ever thought about buying your own dresses?"