r&r.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ not everyone's got an exciting agenda ... riku's managed to corner himself a loveseat near a large tv, & with a lack of anything better to do, he's been watching the better half of a football game. ]

[ however, it's an uphill battle for both teams, so it's hardly holding his interest. by the third quarter he's resorted to rolling on his stomach, watching everyone go by (what, you don't like sports?) or whipping out a cell phone he's managed to keep hanging on to. ]

... [ unfortunately, sending texts still doesn't work. ]

Comments

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[wriggles down so that the back of his neck is cushioned and the rest of him is stretched out.]

1/4

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ hn. ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... [ stares. ]

Someone's calling me.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[doesn't understand at first, thinking he means he hears someone calling his name.]

There are like fifty of 'you' here. S'probably someone looking for a different Riku.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

My phone, you dipstick.

[ keeps staring. is he supposed to pick up, or what? ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then sits up and twists around, a skeptical look on his face until he catches a glimpse of the screen and hears the faint vibration.]

... A-answer it, you idiot!

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Okay, jeez.

[ ... ... ... why so quiet on the other line? ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sits there quietly. impatiently. making curious 'well?' faces.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ beep, beep, beep ... ]

I don't get it.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

No one?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

How does this still have minutes?

[ p-puts it away. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... Who did it even say was calling?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Beats me.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... All you had to do was read the screen.

[sighs, rubbing his eyes.]

Whatever.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Not like it said anything.

[ raises an eyebrow. ]

Why're you so worked up?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

I'm not.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[ doesn't push it, wincing at the so-called "professional" football players instead. ouch. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sits quietly for a while, alternating between watching the tv and picking at a rip in his jeans, until finally--]

Let me see your phone.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ hands it over without much thought. not like riku's got anything to hide at this point. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[messes with it for a few seconds, trying to find a way to call the number back... but he can't even find the number.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Told you so.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[just hands the phone back.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ his mother hen senses are tingling ... ]

You sure nothing's up?