One; text/voice

[wipeyourfeet]

[There are several plus sides to being roommates with someone you're running about Los Angeles with each and every day.

One plus side is which when one leaves their communications device out in the open whilst you're doing something else - that gives your roommate the authority to use it responsibly, and by responsibly, i mean not at all.

This may earn Travis the consistent threat of being shot until he's dead, but that's small potatoes. TIME TO GO TO WORK.]

So, is there any place a man can go to unwind and pretend they're not hung up over their ex-wife and that their only committed relationship is with a bottle of Germ-X?


[A few minutes later, a second post goes up, this time with the voice function. There's a faint cry of:] Travis!

[And then he clears his throat, addressing the network.] This is Wes Mitchell. And I'm not hung up over my ex-wife. Or that other thing.

I apologize. My partner took my tablet. He's like a five year-old.

Man, do you even listen to yourself? You're so hellbent on making things are 110% germ-free that I'm pretty sure Alex left you because you cheated on her with the sanitizer!

If you're implying what I think you're implying, that's disgusting and so are you.

Now, see. You're jumping to conclusions. I was simply stating you're so OCD about making sure everything is germ free I might as well buy you a hazmat suit for your birthday.

Plus I'm pretty sure if you did what you think I was implying, either you'd be in considerable pain or you're freakier than I thought.

Can we stop talking about... that?

Hey, you're the one who started it.

I did not, you did. Why are you here? Don't you have something better to do like... making all the women on the base hate you?

I'm waiting for you to fail with them so I can give them the time of their life. [smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk]

...

You're rude.

[Whoops, someone left their tablet going. And yes, they really are this immature. Feel free to address Wes, Travis, or both. The text post was Travis pretending to be Wes, Green is Wes and Blue is Travis. Threadjacking will probably happen.]

Comments

[mynameonyourpanties]

[Your voice sounds hot.

No matter, this is not his fault n o p e]

Man, you got a beautiful sounding lady mad at us, way to go dumbass.

[wipeyourfeet]

[There's a distinct 'whack' sound of Wes hitting Travis in the arm.] It was not my fault. You started it!

He... started it. And no we didn't know. I'm sorry if we disturbed you, ma'am.

[inafadingcrown]

It matters little to me. I only thought it would be a kindness to inform you. [Informing you out of the kindness of her heart. And mild disbelief at the way you are acting, but hey.]

[mynameonyourpanties]

It's just my partner is still getting used to his tablet, newfangled technology and all, you know?

So, my apologies, miss...?

[inafadingcrown]

My name is Galadriel. [Just one name. Like Cher.] And you, I gather, are Travis?

[mynameonyourpanties]

[Ooh, hot sounding with an equally hot, exotic, and rather hard to roll of the tongue name. Whateva. He's got this.

He gives a little smile to the video feed and nods] Travis Marks, that is indeed me. Galadriel is a rather exotic name. [I'm so sorry, he's awestruck and laying the charm on as thick as he can.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, Travis. Bless you. He gets a little smile back] It is Sindarin- given to me by my husband when we were quite young.

[mynameonyourpanties]

[DAMN IT, Cockblocked by being married. and you were so hot too

No worries, there's always other females who aren't married, or dead, or murderers.]

I can tell your husband has very fine tastes, then. A lovely name for such a lovely lady.

[inafadingcrown]

[She chuckles] You flatter me. [Which will get you no where. But it's cute.]