[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.
[ Kalim considers arguing with this -- surely Jamil would mind, if someone just showed up at their apartment without anyone telling him first? -- but ultimately decides against it. Sometimes Jamil just has to be a bitch for no reason. ]
No, that's all. Thanks, Jamil.
[ He leans over to kiss him on the cheek (easier than ever because they are the same height now) and then turns his attention back to the syntrofos. ]
[As usual, this short-circuits Jamil's brain enough for him to stop being a bitch for a couple of minutes (until something annoys him again). It's like a reset button!]
[Meanwhile, at some point in the middle of Kalim and Jamil's back and forth about Elan's visitation rights: Five has deigned to sit up from his depression nook... Only to clonk his chin down on the edge of the couch and just, staaaaare directly at them both while they argue, blinking sluggishly with a small frown on his lips.
He literally doesn't even want anything??? He's just watching and listening like a bored cat. It's unclear if he's even truly processing the fact that they're specifically discussing stuff related to his dumb ass.]
[His ears tick back a little; it doesn't seem like he wants to take the Syntrofos? But he does, holding it a second before lightly tossing it over his shoulder and onto the floor behind him with a soft thud.]
[Five turns his head to follow Kalim with his gaze as he circles around to pick the Syntrofos back up, and... Pop Quiz! Are you seeing things? Or is Five... Turning his head maybe just, a little bit further than should be humanly possible...? Too late, now he's turned fully and is blinking up at Kalim from his perch on the couch, contemplating the question.
No proper answer is given: instead, he just grunts noncommittally and clunks his forehead against Kalim's tummy, and remains like that.
[ Kalim looks down at him, bewildered but not put off. ]
You want me to pet your feathers?
[ Who is he not to oblige! He ruffles Five's hair fondly. If Jamil is still in the room Kalim shoots him a helpless sort of haha-can-you-believe-this look.]
[Sorry, can't hear your vibes over all this incredible one-on-one Kalim attention he's getting lol <3
Five lets out a huffy little sigh of satisfaction and leans into Kalim's touch. He's in a fuck of a way right now, but there ain't nothing like nuzzling up against his number one imprint to ease the burden.
...So anyway yeah, Patho-Gen really went and injected him with fucking domestication juice fr.]
[ Kalim puts Five's phone down and joins him on the couch to cuddle with him until Elan "The Real One" Ceres gets here. Get ready to send another 5-10 texts before Kalim picks that up and looks at it, Elan, ]
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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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Has Elan Ceres ever worked this hard in his life? ]
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Fine, then, it's not like it matters so me. Is there anything else?
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No, that's all. Thanks, Jamil.
[ He leans over to kiss him on the cheek (easier than ever because they are the same height now) and then turns his attention back to the syntrofos. ]
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He literally doesn't even want anything??? He's just watching and listening like a bored cat. It's unclear if he's even truly processing the fact that they're specifically discussing stuff related to his dumb ass.]
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Oh, hey there, bud! Here you go.
[ He hands the device back to him. Five this is your last chance to look at your texts before Elan eats your phone. ]
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[His ears tick back a little; it doesn't seem like he wants to take the Syntrofos? But he does, holding it a second before lightly tossing it over his shoulder and onto the floor behind him with a soft thud.]
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[ Kalim... goes to pick that up off the floor for him. ]
You, uh, you want me to hold onto this for you until, uh... until Elan gets here?
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No proper answer is given: instead, he just grunts noncommittally and clunks his forehead against Kalim's tummy, and remains like that.
Pet him.]
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[ Kalim looks down at him, bewildered but not put off. ]
You want me to pet your feathers?
[ Who is he not to oblige! He ruffles Five's hair fondly. If Jamil is still in the room Kalim shoots him a helpless sort of haha-can-you-believe-this look.]
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Five lets out a huffy little sigh of satisfaction and leans into Kalim's touch. He's in a fuck of a way right now, but there ain't nothing like nuzzling up against his number one imprint to ease the burden.
...So anyway yeah, Patho-Gen really went and injected him with fucking domestication juice fr.]
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