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[It's been a while since Valentine's, and he's noticed the people he knows have been awfully quiet since then. He's been pretty quiet himself, perhaps a little embarrassed even, over his reaction to the holiday, almost thankful that the calls he was sending were either going through to voicemail or just not being picked up.
That was until he got to Alfred's number. Alfred was never too busy to pick up, or respond quickly after missing a call, he'd learnt that already, but now... He couldn't even get through to the number, listening to the automated message a few times before the reality of the situation could sink in. Alfred was gone.
He'd gone home... Before him.
That was.... That was just, just... unfair.
He tried a few more times to get through, moving onto text when audio was obviously getting him nowhere, trying to get a grip on what exactly he was feeling, the emotion confusing at best; Part of him was glad the other was gone, back to where they belonged (hopefully) and wasn't stuck in this hole like the rest of them, while another part of him was furious that Alfred, who had only just got here, had gotten out so easily- was making friends the way out or something? Hit a quota and you were spat out? It wouldn't surprise him in this place- it was just as stupid as Alfred was.
He let his fingers slow from the rabid button mashing they'd kept to, sending out one last message to the populace before throwing the gear away from him- the urge to try calling the blonde one last time was still tingling in his fingers, swallowing down the other emotion that was lingering at the corners of his mind... There was no point getting upset the other man was gone, not now.]
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Alfred is gone. Good riddance.
[If you need him, he'll either be in Rocket HQsulking thinking, or just walking around town, trying to get out of his glass case of EMOTIONS.]
[It's been a while since Valentine's, and he's noticed the people he knows have been awfully quiet since then. He's been pretty quiet himself, perhaps a little embarrassed even, over his reaction to the holiday, almost thankful that the calls he was sending were either going through to voicemail or just not being picked up.
That was until he got to Alfred's number. Alfred was never too busy to pick up, or respond quickly after missing a call, he'd learnt that already, but now... He couldn't even get through to the number, listening to the automated message a few times before the reality of the situation could sink in. Alfred was gone.
He'd gone home... Before him.
That was.... That was just, just... unfair.
He tried a few more times to get through, moving onto text when audio was obviously getting him nowhere, trying to get a grip on what exactly he was feeling, the emotion confusing at best; Part of him was glad the other was gone, back to where they belonged (hopefully) and wasn't stuck in this hole like the rest of them, while another part of him was furious that Alfred, who had only just got here, had gotten out so easily- was making friends the way out or something? Hit a quota and you were spat out? It wouldn't surprise him in this place- it was just as stupid as Alfred was.
He let his fingers slow from the rabid button mashing they'd kept to, sending out one last message to the populace before throwing the gear away from him- the urge to try calling the blonde one last time was still tingling in his fingers, swallowing down the other emotion that was lingering at the corners of his mind... There was no point getting upset the other man was gone, not now.]
[Text]
Alfred is gone. Good riddance.
[If you need him, he'll either be in Rocket HQ
