[ Uuugh it is MUCH harder to un-agitate his Natural Soul over not doing as he's told when he's receiving the instruction over audio. Kalim makes a quiet, drawn-out noise of frustration.
Then he goes back into the living room and holds the phone out to Five. ]
That, uh... Elan wants to talk to you. You don't have to.
[This whole time, Five has been laying with his face basically mashed into the corner of the couch. He only starts really paying attention when Kalim answers the phone, which, of course, his super bird hearing can also pick up Prime's end of the conversation through the Syntrofos speaker... His ears twitch occasionally as he listens in, feeling increasingly irritated the longer he has to hear Kalim getting heckled by his stupid goddamn not-boss--
Finally Kalim caves and comes over with the phone. Five immediately rolls slightly onto his back as he approaches, looking back and up over his shoulder, scowling sourly about the whole messy situation. His eyes flick between Kalim and the little device, his expression distinctly unimpressed.]
...He's such a goddamn prick.
[Apparently seeing Kalim in mild distress is enough to provoke Five to do something about the situation because he motions him to hand over the device, pinching it between two talons like he is handling an actual piece of garbage, and holds it up to one feathery ear.]
What?
[There, you get one word. Curt. Utterly devoid of enthusiasm and spirit.]
Are you in your apartment? [ For the third (fourth??) time and counting: ] Tell me where it is. I don't care how depressed you're feeling -- I need to see you.
[ The smallest of beats, then: ]
It'll put a smile on your face to find out why.
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[Five's right eyelid twitches harder for each second he's forced to listen to Elan's voice, his mouth twisted up into some kind of awkward wobbly combination of a sneer and a frown. It'll put a smile on his face? Somehow he highly, highly doubts that.
...At the same time: he really doesn't have it in him to argue or defy a direct demand, thanks to the dose of Obedience Juice Patho-Gen just got done injecting him with earlier today, so. His annoyance doesn't really stick! He's already thinking, wouldn't it be easier, more peaceful, if he gave the guy what he wants? His compliance kicks in more easily now that he's hearing Prime's voice, instead of just reading a slew of texts.]
Tch... Alright, fine...
[... Except, instead of directly telling Elan where to go himself, he just... shoves the syntrofos back over towards Kalim without another word.]
[ Kalim frowns a little, but he takes the syntrofos anyway. He didn't hear the other end of the conversation while Five had it; his solid gold ears don't have anything like the acute hearing Five's bird ones do.
Elan was sure Five would badger him a bit about all this bullshit -- "needing something" and "making him smile" -- before acquiescing to his request, particularly given the extent to which he's made his desperation palpable. This was a prime (... ha, ha... ) bantering opportunity. They both know Elan will get what he wants eventually, but like, can't they have a little fun with it?
[Guess who has not been in the room and has not been paying attention to any of this? Jamil leans in from around the corner now, clearly annoyed about being pulled into whatever nonsense is brewing.]
[Jamil barely even glances at it. This is so not anything he gives a shit about, and so he continues to remain largely ignorant of the Elan Situation and all its many nuances. Like why this is an issue in the first place.]
So let him. Why are you asking me? I'm not his babysitter.
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I told you, he's not gonna talk to you. He...definitely won't be able to tell you what's going on with the other guy.
[ He sounds frustrated, but also sincerely apologetic. This entire situation sucks! ]
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He'll feel a little better if he tells me to fuck off. Trust me. Put him on.
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is this karteria's weirdest hostage situation ever?
[ And yes, Elan sounds just like Kalim when he says it. ]
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Then he goes back into the living room and holds the phone out to Five. ]
That, uh... Elan wants to talk to you. You don't have to.
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What do you mean he doesn't have to? Why are you babying him like this? Is this what it's always like between you two?
[ Disgusting. ]
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I think he deserves for somebody to be nice to him!
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Finally Kalim caves and comes over with the phone. Five immediately rolls slightly onto his back as he approaches, looking back and up over his shoulder, scowling sourly about the whole messy situation. His eyes flick between Kalim and the little device, his expression distinctly unimpressed.]
...He's such a goddamn prick.
[Apparently seeing Kalim in mild distress is enough to provoke Five to do something about the situation because he motions him to hand over the device, pinching it between two talons like he is handling an actual piece of garbage, and holds it up to one feathery ear.]
What?
[There, you get one word. Curt. Utterly devoid of enthusiasm and spirit.]
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Oh good, you are alive. I was beginning to think I'd have to come collect your corpse.
[ Like, what use could Kalim possibly have for it????
Anyway, ]
Are you in your apartment? [ For the third (fourth??) time and counting: ] Tell me where it is. I don't care how depressed you're feeling -- I need to see you.
[ The smallest of beats, then: ]
It'll put a smile on your face to find out why.
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...At the same time: he really doesn't have it in him to argue or defy a direct demand, thanks to the dose of Obedience Juice Patho-Gen just got done injecting him with earlier today, so. His annoyance doesn't really stick! He's already thinking, wouldn't it be easier, more peaceful, if he gave the guy what he wants? His compliance kicks in more easily now that he's hearing Prime's voice, instead of just reading a slew of texts.]
Tch... Alright, fine...
[... Except, instead of directly telling Elan where to go himself, he just... shoves the syntrofos back over towards Kalim without another word.]
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[ Kalim frowns a little, but he takes the syntrofos anyway. He didn't hear the other end of the conversation while Five had it; his solid gold ears don't have anything like the acute hearing Five's bird ones do.
To Elan: ] Okay, so are you done...?
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Elan was sure Five would badger him a bit about all this bullshit -- "needing something" and "making him smile" -- before acquiescing to his request, particularly given the extent to which he's made his desperation palpable. This was a prime (... ha, ha... ) bantering opportunity. They both know Elan will get what he wants eventually, but like, can't they have a little fun with it?
What the actual fuck is wrong with Five?? ]
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Well, you heard him -- I'm coming over. [ ✨😊✨ ] Send me your address and I'll be there in a few hours. Don't make me ask another five times.
[ Click! ]
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Jamiiil... is it okay if this guy comes by?
[ HE'S TRYING. TO BE CONSIDERATE. ]
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What guy?
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[ He holds out the syntrofos to Jamil so he can take a look if he wants. ]
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So let him. Why are you asking me? I'm not his babysitter.
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[ Please... he's trying to be a good boy... ]
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Heres the address
[ There are some typos in it but Elan should be able to find it. ]
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Fine, then, it's not like it matters so me. Is there anything else?
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