daemonized | RECOLLE IC CONTACT.

[ wait. that doesn't sound anything like

oh no. oh no oh no oh no oh no how does he unsend a text. oh no ]

Wrong number. Apologies.

[ maybe if he tries to brush it off then he'll just drop it? maybe??? oh god why is all of this happening to him today why ]

[If you think this man will just drop it, you are living in a fantasy land. The teasing and the prodding has just begun.]

No need for apologies. Though you neglected to answer my question. Inquiring minds need to know. Do be honest, which do you find yourself most attracted to? Myself or Fynn?

[rip gabby]

[ god. why. why must he suffer in this way ]

If you want me to be truly honest, then I would have to answer neither of you.

[ he's only responding because he knows that if he doesn't, something even worse will surely come his way. somehow. surely. ]

[Because, reasons.]

You wound me, you truly do. And yet I find it difficult to believe it's completely true; the rumors swirl for a reason, don't they? There must be some sort lingering, romantic tension between you two that neither are willing to confront head-on.

Absolutely not. I do not under any circumstances get involved with colleagues, and even if your brother wasn't a complete tosser, he would be no exception to that rule.

That's how it all starts, doesn't it? A bitter rivalry that blooms into a passionate romance. The both of you will be stealing away into the supply closet together before you realize it.

[He has to text Fynn about this. He has to.]

Why did you say "he seems to wish otherwise"?

No, it isn't, because it's not going to be starting at all. I've not the smallest amount of interest in him, colleague or no, and I never will.

[ ugh. god. why did he type that why did he ever hit send ]

Assuming he fails to follow through on his multiple threats of physical violence against me, I can only see them amounting to the equivalent of pigtail pulling. He doesn't exactly seem very emotionally mature.

Oh, it's precious. He /likes/ you. Come now, please don't break my dear little brother's heart. Bat your eyelashes at him at least /occasionally/.

[Fynn would probably strangle him if he read this conversation. Well. He would try to.]

But emotional maturity is something he hasn't quite achieved yet. You're more than welcome to teach him, if you like.

If that job should fall to anyone, I believe it should be you, shouldn't it? Certainly not me.

[ admittedly, he's a tiny bit relieved that the subject remains centered on fynn rather than the intended recipient of his original text. a tiny, tiny bit. the tiniest amount of good fortune in this massive black hole of despair. ]

[pls. that's just around the corner.]

I'm not my brother's keeper, as the saying goes. You're a disciplined man, aren't you? You've an obligation to share these tendencies with a co-worker.

Blossoming romance not withstanding.

As a matter of fact I'm under no obligation to shepherd any man, coworker or no, into one of the most basic foundations of adulthood. So I must beg your pardon, but I'll have to pass.

And once again I must insist: there is no romance, there is no blossom, there is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Then what can I say? Other than you're a man who complains about an issue and exerts no effort to solve the problem? I believe they call those sort of people "whiny".

[The more stubborn someone is, the more Ardyn's teasing skews towards mild criticism. It's nothing personal, it's just how he rolls.]

Who was this intended for?

I wouldn't have anything to do with this problem in the first place if your brother didn't insist on aggravating me at every turn.

[ oh. oh, no. there it is. ]

And that is most certainly none of your business.

Maybe the issue is that you let it bother you in such an obvious way. I grew up with him. My advice to you is to ignore Fynn to the best of your abilities, and eventually he loses interest. Short attention span, you know.

[Defensive much?]

Merely curious about who you felt so strongly compelled to correct this little "misunderstanding" of yours.

He has an uncanny ability to pester someone no matter how much they try to ignore him.

[ or, more likely, gabranth has never actually succeeded in ignoring fynn until he gave up. the man is just extraordinarily good at getting under his skin. ]

Nobody you know, I'm sure. Which makes it especially none of your business.

You assume I don't know. Perhaps you assume wrong. You're being terribly defensive about all of this.

I feel I've a right to be defensive, considering you're nosing into my personal life.

[ never mind that gabranth was the one who brought it up to begin with...... by accident. a complete accident!!! ]

You're the one who texted me! Going on about my brother (and even myself, in passing), at that.

[Ardyn would feel worse about butting into someone's personal life if it wasn't just... simple enough for Gabranth to disengage. He's doing this to himself. No wonder Fynn gets under his skin so easily, he muses.]

I already told you I texted the wrong number. It was an accident, nothing more.

[ even though he's quite certain he picked the correct contact... mysterious. he might be starting to believe that the world actually is out to get him today. ]

Unless this mysterious man or woman is named "Ardyn Iyzunia", then I have a difficult time believing that you so blindly picked the wrong contact out of your phone.

Indulge a man in his curiosity, Gabranth. Is there a love triangle brewing?

I did not pick the wrong contact. I don't think I even have you in my contacts, but that's besides the point.

That bloody app has been mucking with my phone in just about every other way, I can't imagine it'd be much of a stretch for it to route a message to the wrong recipient.

[ good job gabranth, putting your detective skills to work. not that this really helps his current situation in the slightest amount. ]

You ignored my question. I'm thoroughly disappointed.

[Ardyn is actually 100 percent sure that the Retrospec app had something to do with it, but he's not going to say as much.]

An answer, and I'll quit texting you.

You want me to answer that question? Fine, an answer:

There is no love triangle brewing. There is no love angle brewing. There is no love. Your brother is a prat. That is all.

There is no love triangle brewing between whom? Expand upon and explain.

[Someone's been grading too many short essays these days.]

Between me and Fynn and literally anyone else in the entire world

Does that satisfy you?

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