raced_god | Wherein Falcon leaves Samus several angry voicemails.

[Upon returning to her door, surely safe and sound she stared at all the notes. And stared. And swayed a little and stared some more before stretching her arm across the length of the door in an exhausted and highly perturbed attempt to clear them off. All of them except that one, which she carefully plucked free.]

[Inside she took about two steps and collapsed on the floor face first. Dialing Falcon's number had never been so hard. When she finally did, it rang about three times before the phone's battery blinked out.

As did Samus.

Come morning... afternoon morning there was still a giant empty swath of post-it notes on her door for much of Saturday.

For all intensive purposes Samus did not remember a damn thing about her fantastic Friday night adventure other than it was very fantastic and her refrigerator had some things in it that were not there before. Hopefully all of it was alchohol oh god she hopes what the hell did she do last night.

But there was a post-it note and a dead cellphone in her hand. It had one new voicemail. And a horrible. Horrible hangover in her all over aaaaaaah.

Like a newborn dear she stumbled her way into the bedroom to the cellphone charger and listened to said new voice mail.]

"..." Shiiiiit.

[Dialing his number was still a little hard and for different reasons, but she managed this time.]

Edited 2009-06-23 05:46 (UTC)

[Falcon also slept well into the afternoonmorning, mostly because it was the weekend, but also because he had spent a good chunk of the night before scouring the campus and driving slowly through the streets of FDC searching for a certain drunk bounty hunter and her "supervision", if such a chaperone even existed.

Samus never answered, but Falcon didn't happen upon any bike accidents, so he was able to return to his apartment eventually, worried but still knowing that the blonde was, in all likelihood, just fine. He knew she could take care of herself, even if she had been incredibly inebriated when they spoke earlier, and had, in all probability, gone on a quest to procure more booze.

He was jarred from slumber by the sound of his phone ringing, and he groaned and sat up, fumbling around on his bedside table for the device. Blinking sleep from his vision, he made out "Samus" on the caller ID, flipping the phone open and trying not to sound like he had just woken up.]

"Hello?"

Edited 2009-06-23 05:58 (UTC)

"Hey." Oh yes this was brilliant. Call without any idea of what to say other than maybe I have the worst headache like you have no idea. "I uh... got your message." She managed after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"I didn't ride my bike."

Well, at least she'd kept that promise. And technically, their conversation from the night before never got to the point where she promised to stay in her dorm, so he really shouldn't be angry with her.

But that didn't mean he hadn't been excessively worried. Hearing her voice relieved him quite a bit.

"I know. You promised you wouldn't. Are you okay? Where were you last night?"

Samus would have opted to stumbling around her dorm more trying to discover more clues that could potentially answer that question as she really wanted to know what she did and where she went last night too, but she was kind of tethered to the electrical outlet via the phone charger for now. So she crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling.

Appropriate phone conversation viewing material.

"I'm... fine." She started. "...better." She corrected. "Minus the hangover." She added.

"I...

Falcon would have been a bit more quick to admonish if he hadn't been in the same boat quite a few times. Waking up and not remembering anything of the night before was an experience he was rather familiar with, so he decided it would be wise to save Samus the lecture, lest she spin it around on him.

"Well...you're not hurt, are you? There's nothing weird in your apartment that you may have brought back?"

She was probably really hung over and didn't want to talk, but Falcon would keep prying, because it served her right after her little disappearing act. He couldn't get mad at her for not remembering anything, but he could be a little ticked that she'd run off on him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

As he continued to talk, he found himself wondering less about the drunken escapades and more about the event that led to them in the first place.

Edited 2009-06-23 21:32 (UTC)

While also familiar with it, getting that drunk wasn't something she did very often, nor did she want to make a habit of it. The very notion of not being in complete control of her own actions frightened her... for many reasons.

Samus flexed her hand and a quick body inspection later she... seemed okay? If she got into a scuffle it wasn't noticeable over the dull ache the hangover was providing. She wasn't sure at this point if she would have preferred that over the hangover. She didn't quite feel like rolling out of bed yet to inspect the rest of her dorm for anything else she might of brought back. ~~If she only checked her computer then she would know that Kyle was probably in the same boat as her.~~ "Nothing weird... " She mumbled irritably into a pillow.

Was she okay? Maybe. Everything sort of just... ached.

"They're just post-its." He retorted. It had seemed really funny at the time. Falcon had been so unbelievably infuriated after his search that it was the only thing he could think to do. Nevermind the fact that he could have spent the post-it time continuing his search. You deserve to have them all over your door so there.

Falcon knew he shouldn't have to worry about her. Just like she shouldn't have to worry about him. But they worried about each other anyway. "To be honest, I was mostly worried about the emotional state that made you get so drunk in the first place."

You could have talked to me about it I could have come over you didn't have to run off like that.

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

Somehow, something as mundane as an immature post-it war got her to crack a smile. It didn't hold much more than a second, but she knew Falcon and Falcon wasn't someone who was going to just walk away from this, regardless if he was on the phone or in person. He would push her just as much as she pushed him.

"...I needed it." Samus answered finally. Talking about these sorts of things was especially hard for her. She and Snake never really did either until... things weren't working out. Even then, both of them seemed to keep a reserved distance when it came to personal feelings and personal history. Out of respect or... fear? Samus couldn't tell. There were many things left unsaid. A lot of stories not shared. All she could tell was that it wasn't working anymore.

"I didn't drink anything after I left your place that night... I didn't eat. I sat in the shower until the water ran cold, and then some. I moped. It was pathetic. I was pathetic." Samus quietly admitted.

"I got sick of it and spent all day Friday cleaning out my liquor cabinets."

The blonde rolled on her side and idly fingered the charger chord. "I kept wondering... why I felt the way I do... and why I feel the way I do. How much of it was real, how much of it I believed was real and how much of it wasn't... if I could drink so much alcohol that it would reset everything to zero so I could figure that out..."

If Adam hadn't done what he did... "I kept wondering how many different definitions of love there are in the world and why I can't seem to find the right one for me."

Falcon took the opportunity to sit up in bed and pull his knees to his chest, folding his arms and resting his chin on the back of his hand as he listened. Jesus, these words could just as easily be coming out of his own mouth.

"Samus..."

He wanted to tell her how much he understood, how many times he'd asked himself these same questions and how many nights he'd spent in an drunken stupor and how when that happened, he'd needed it too.

"Don't think that this was your fault, okay? Or that there's something wrong with you. You didn't do anything wrong."

Falcon wished this conversation wasn't occurring over the phone, but there was little he could do about it now. "I mean, me. I've been dumped...over and over and over. I've done my fair share of dumping. The past two decades of my life have been one romantic catastrophe after another. You know how they say that everyone is supposed to have like...someone just for them. A soulmate or some shit like that? I convinced myself that mine just doesn't exist."

Still, he hoped that he'd eventually prove himself wrong. And he wasn't sure how he was supposed to be making Samus feel better by recounting his own relationship woes...but...

"I don't want you to feel like you have to be alone. Because...you're not." I want to be here for you and I want to tell you everything about me and I want to know everything about you, too. "I think you--"

He caught himself almost immediately, knowing that 'I think you did the right thing' coming from a guy who had been physically unable to listen to "Jessie's Girl" since graduation a few months ago would seem incredibly biased and probably very insensitive. The statement was quickly rephrased. "Do you think you did the right thing?"

Edited 2009-06-24 06:25 (UTC)

A... soulmate...? Did... those really exist?

Samus wasn't sure how his lifetime of unsuccessful partnerships was supposed to make her feel better but it did in a way, if only to feel fortunate and special enough to be someone to see another glimpse into his life and just hear his voice. It did make her feel special and... not alone.

"..."

Did she do the right thing? She had been thinking about it for an awfully long time. It had been bothering her for an awful long time until recent events finally slapped her in the face with a realization. Snake and her had a bond, she wouldn't deny that. It was some kind of love, just... not one she should keep trying to convince herself was right for her. Probably... not one Snake should either. Putting that into words was very difficult, especially when she was fighting the most wicked hangover from hell.

"...I think it's better this way." Samus exhaled... both metaphorically and physically. She was feeling much better already, saying just that one little sentence.

His own biased feelings aside, it probably was better this way. And he could tell she needed to say that. "Sometimes...sometimes things just don't work. No amount of pushing or pulling or forcing will make it work. And then it just hurts more in the long run."

Falcon felt like he knew that better than anyone. He wished he could take his own advice.

Telling her was one thing, but having her understand it and admit it to herself was another. He could tell by the sound of her exhaling over the phone that she'd made that first step--or was at least trying.

"Listen, if you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

Edited 2009-06-24 17:03 (UTC)

Samus wished dearly this conversation didn't have to be on the phone. So much more could be conveyed through looks or glances over the quiet little that came out over the phone. Or the hug she was sure she could use right about now.

A pillow and his voice would suffice for now.

~~I need you. I can't fly the WIG by myself.~~

"If you need anything you let me know." That went without saying. "What's Papa Falcon doing for tomorrow?"

Right. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come but then you broke up with Snake and got drunk and disappeared and now it's going to seem like a pity invite.

Damn it.

But he'd ask her anyway because he still wanted her to come and hopefully she wouldn't take it as a pity invite. It was an opportunity to get out and focus on other things. Yes. She'd know that, right?

"Actually, I was going to take Jeff and Ionia to the beach tomorrow, if you wanted to come. I was going to ask you but we just made the plans and you were...gone. Last night."

Luckily for him she knew that. She wouldn't of asked otherwise because Samus Aran was not a person who took pity.

At all.

She still felt a little imposing regardless. It was supposed to be his day. "...That'd be nice, actually. I told Jeff I'd go with him and Ulty to pick out a card for Father's day. We could do that real quick beforehand."

Samus rolled on her other side and brought the phone closer, whispering a little.

Edited 2009-06-25 02:30 (UTC)

"I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought you were imposing." He said, smiling and stretching out, sinking down into the pillows. "I want you to come because I think it'll be fun for all of us to go."

Together. Because that's what families do. And that's what they were. Some kind of weird, dysfunctional family that he wouldn't trade for the world.

He had a feeling he knew why she thought it was awkward, because honestly, Falcon thought it was pretty awkward too, but he was going to poke at it anyway, if only for his own amusement. "Awkward? What do you mean awkward?"

"Alright." Samus was sure she needed the rest of today to nurse the hangover [expected visits to the Gunship aside!] but tomorrow... yes. She could do with getting out of the dorm, with a fresh start.

"Be... cause." You know exactly why you jerk you just want to hear me say it.

"I never pictured myself a mother figure ever." True facts. She didn't. Even during that one time many years ago during her 5th or 6th mission...

He rolled over on his stomach and pulled a pillow closer to prop himself on it and continue talking into the phone. By this point it was very difficult to suppress a grin, even if she couldn't see it ~~and would probably punch him if she could~~.

Falcon was about to counter that he'd never pictured himself to be a father figure, but he was sidetracked by the way she trailed off towards the end of her little argument.

"What do you mean, 'well actually'...?"

She could pratically hear your grin, Falcon.

Samus gave a little sigh. "Alright. Once upon a time I was given a mission to destroy a species. They were called Metroids. Floating... life-sucking space jellyfish that mutate very easily, basically. And so I did; all but one. The last Metroid."

She took the opportunity to roll on her back and go back to staring at that ceiling. Usually recalling this tale filled her with mixed emotions but telling it to Falcon felt kind of nice. "When it hatched I was the first thing it saw soooo..."

Oh my god a floating life-sucking space jellyfish imprinted on Samus and thought she was its mommy that was kind of adorable. Kind of adorable in a floating life-sucking space jellyfish kind of way.

Talking to Samus always reminded him of how big the universe really was, and how there was so much he hadn't seen or even heard of. Of course, that may have had something to do with the fact that the blonde had apparently exterminated them.

Still, he found the whole thing rather amusing. "Did it follow you around and call you 'mommy' in floating life-sucking space jellyfish language?" He asked in a purposefully childish tone ~~not really making the connection that everything Samus ever touched DIES~~.

Edited 2009-06-25 06:21 (UTC)

Samus could hear his grin, she was wondering if he could hear her pout. "Yes." She said very dryly, "Yes it did." It also sacrificed itself twice over to save my life and it's DNA currently resides in my blood.

"It didn't want to hurt me and I couldn't bring myself to kill it despite the mission. It's technically followed me around for years and years ever since."

He could tell by her tone of voice that she did not find it half as amusing as he did, which meant that she was either still embarrassed about the whole event, or something had happened and the floating life-sucking space jellyfish was just...not around anymore.

Falcon was more willing to think the latter, considering Samus' history of fantastic space escapades ~~that usually ended in the destruction of planets~~.

They way she said it "followed her for years and years" piqued his interest, mostly because that meant there was more to the story.

"Tecnhically? What do you mean?"

"Ever since the accident at BSL." Not that she expected Falcon to know about that, that was a story and a half. "A few years ago I had a run-in with a parasitic life-form simply referred to as the X. Nasty things; they infect and mimic their host's DNA and memories before consuming them entirely from the inside out. I got attacked as I was escorting a research team on planet SR388, the X's homeworld. They told me I had a minimal chance for survival." That was the closest she probably ever came to death, and Samus danced with death on a fairly regular basis during her missions.

"The Metroid hatchling that imprinted on me... sacrificed itself during another mission. But, had it not been for a vaccine made from it's cell culture... I would not be talking to you right now." Even if he couldn't see it she pointed towards her heart, "It's still inside me."

Despite the glum nature of the story she managed a smirk back at Falcon over the phone. "...That's why I had a hard time catching your cold when you were so very 'not sick' at the beginning of this year." If Samus ever did manage to catch something it would probably be one hell of a virus.

Edited 2009-06-25 18:25 (UTC)

The more she talked, the more fascinated he became and the more he wanted to know. "The accident on BSL" sounded like a hell of a story and he wanted to hear it. Maybe not now, but he'd remember it to talk about some other day.

At the very least, it explained a bit more as to why Samus could very easily sling him over her shoulder and cart his ass around. Just how much alien DNA did she have floating around in her system? No wonder she was the catalyst for FOXALIVE.

It was just so terribly interesting.

He found himself remaining silent as she finished. How lame. The least he could have managed was a "tell me more". Samus' (quite literally) out-of-this-world escapades always managed to leave him at a loss for words, mostly because he felt completely outclassed.

...But he could relate to an accident, at a bare minimum. And the fact that she was telling him all this in the first place...it made a grim story seem not so horrible. "No wonder you never get sick."

When Falcon didn't say anything for a few seconds she held her breath. He didn't really... sound bored, though.

"...Well, it's not like I can't get sick. I just... haven't in a really long time."

It felt just as odd as it did relieving talking to him. Any extended period of talking for Samus was just odd She usually avoided talking about herself for various reasons, though she wasn't entirely unwilling. It just depended on who and how much trust she put into them.

Hm. Her hangover didn't even seem to be there anymore.

As if to test that thought she freed the phone from the charger and rolled out of bed. Samus suppressed a groan, clutched her head and decided to slowly wander around her dorm and try to piece together the mystery of what happened last night. "Knowing that I'm surprised Federation Scientists haven't tried turning me into their new favorite guinea pig or something." Or Space Pirates, for that matter. She mused, "Maybe that's another reason why I like hiding here with so many other weirdos like you so much."

Edited 2009-06-26 02:29 (UTC)

He could tell she wasn't used to talking about herself for this long. Or even talking about herself at all, really. The fact that she was telling him all this said so much. Falcon wished he was better at showing his appreciation for it.

"I'm sure they're afraid of what you'd do to them if they tried anything, heh." There was no way he could imagine Samus complying with any kind of Federation attempts to run genetic experiments. If he knew anything about Samus, it wouldn't go over well at all. Especially with what he already knew about the whole "you will be our bestest best bioweapon ever" thing. He was sure there was more to that story, too.

"Oh believe me, Internova tried to get all over that shit when they found out I could set myself on fire." There. That was something he could kind of relate to. "I told them to fuck off and let me do my job."

He laughed a little into the phone. "You'd be surprised how many people don't want to argue with a guy who can punch through a concrete wall."

"Hahaha~ You're probably right." Oh Falcon was very right about that. Samus would sooner die than risk any of what happened at BSL again, especially if she happened to be the subject of the Federation's interests.

Well. She was sure she always was in their interest. For better or worse.

"I was just about to ask about that!" Setting himself on fire and punching through cars and concrete walls? ~~And where did all that amazing flexibility come from for a guy his age?~~ Falcon wasn't like... Rundas. Rundas... could generate and shape ice with his body. Rundas... was a Phyrigisian. Falcon... was not a Phyrigisian, as far as she knew. That effectively qualified as weirdo material in her book. She laughed a little too. "Perhaps you have a subconscious ability to control the energy of the atoms on the surface of your skin to such a degree that they ignite. Sort of like blushing, I suppose. The act raises the temperature of your skin a little but... Not quite that much."

Oh. Hm. Those were indeed vodka bottles leaving a little trail to her refrigerator. And they were still full. Excellent. Samus cradled the phone in between her shoulder and ear as she continued theorizing aloud and picking the bottles off the floor, "It's rarely documented though to do something like that without a trigger device. Electromechanical or otherwise."

"Hmm. You know you're starting to sound like an interesting guinea pig project for one of my BioMech classes."

She added with another small laugh.

Edited 2009-06-26 04:47 (UTC)

He laughed at that. How could he not? "I'm pretty sure I'm not made of phosphorus. Last time I checked I don't glow in the dark. ~~OR DO I~~"

Falcon was not a complicated guy when it came to setting his fists on fire and punching things. He didn't really think about the how and why of doing it, he just...did it. "To be honest, I still don't really know how it works. I had Jeff all curious about it in physics last year. Told me to go talk to Ness about PSI or whatever but I'm not really sure it's the same thing. Your theory makes sense, though. Or an instantaneous buildup and release of energy."

Honestly, it sounded a lot less cool when it was equated to blushing, but ehn. Her explanation was logical enough. "All I know is that the first time it happened, it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. It took me a week to calm down and even get myself to try to make it happen again." Because honestly, who really expects their punches to spontaneously combust?

The comment about BioMech made him snort as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Pffff. For you? Maybe I'd do it. What's in it for me?"

Edited 2009-06-26 05:44 (UTC)

OR DOES HE?! Quickly, to the labs!

PSI? Did he mean psychic, like how Ness had and some of the other kids had telepathy? That'd be pyrokinesis, or something along those lines... emotion controlled, maybe? Samus was still somewhat skeptical of psychic abilities, but that was a rapidly changing opinion the longer she stayed at this school.

Samus grew curious and wanted to ask him how young he was when it first happened... probably young, she imagined. Something like that would scare her too, at any age for that matter.

But that train of thought was quickly derailed as he asked that cheeky question.

"..." She bit her lip. She bit her lip because the first thing that came into her mind was that stupid index card with ticky boxes he made in her class and she knew she should probably not be thinking about that. Probably maybe.

"Maybe I'll reconsider using your boxers as my personal pillow again at the beach tomorrow."

~~Spoilers: Falcon just wanted an excuse to say "pyrokinesis" a lot because it is a very cool word and it would make him sound very smart and informed.~~

A part of him did actually want to maybe try being Samus' BioMech project, if only because he'd never actually really thought about what he could do and why he could do it. Obviously when Internova approached him, he rejected it outright, but he trusted Samus and it seemed...different somehow. Like he might be able to learn something.

He wasn't quite sure what any of this had to do with biomechanics because he as fairly certain he was not cybernetic in the least, but a little exploration of his weirdo ability couldn't hurt.

It was about then that he noticed this was the closet he'd ever gotten to actually telling the "and then I spontaneously caught on fire and I freaked the hell out and got two weeks of suspension and a semester in the guidance counselor's office" story. Not a very glamourous moment. And he'd almost told it. Almost. He'd never told anyone, really, and he could tell she wanted to ask, but his final remark threw her off. It would be another story for another day.

"I'll bring you a pillow. Just for the beach. That way you can have your nap and I can stay clothed. Everyone wins."

~~It has everything to do with biomechanics when Samus could easily make you an arm canon that lets you shoot fire from your fist or something.~~ Even if he never learned to control it, if they both learned a little something about it that'd be good enough for her. It couldn't hurt.

She made a mental note to self to ask him more about that story later, surely it was a good one.

"Haha, alright. If you insist." By now Samus had switched the phone to her other ear/shoulder and finished collecting the randomly strewn bottles off the floor and was downing some Advil. [With water. Water.]

This was... probably one of the longest phone conversations she had ever had with anyone. Ever. It was kind of nice. Surprisingly nice.

Yeah that better have been water, Samus.

"I do insist. Anything to save myself arrest on the grounds of indecent exposure." And she would totally let him get arrested for indecent exposure, she totally would.

A quick glance at the clock told him it was probably time to get out of bed...and also told him that this was maybe the longest he'd spent on the phone in a long time. Not that it was a bad thing, really. It was different. A good different.

"Feeling better? You sound like you're feeling better."

~~And then she remembered how vodka contained 50-60% water or so AND CHANGED HER MIND.~~

She probably would.

By now she was making her way over to the laptop and seeing if that would yield any clues. "...I am. I haven't had a phone conversation as long as this since... well, ever, I think." That certainly said a lot.

After a few clicks Samus could only cock an eyebrow at the most recent entry she made. What, you think she would have done something fun and interesting with how smashed she was...

Edited 2009-06-27 05:54 (UTC)

He couldn't help but smile at that, because it was true for him as well. "I don't actually talk to people on the phone either." But this conversation kind of made him want to change that. It was nice. No, it was more than nice, it was...really great. That they could do this. It was something neither of them did often but somehow it felt so comfortable.

"You went to the grocery store?" Certainly an odd choice for drunken escapades. "Oh geez, I think you should check your wallet." Who knows how much she spent, especially since she'd apparently gone out to buy booze.

Samus wasn't sure how comfortable she was with talking this much, but with him she might be able to make an exception. Talking in person was far more preferable for her, however.

"Yeeeah. Apparently?" Oh, right. Wallet. Good idea.

...

...she wished she didn't. "...well. That explains the dozens of new bottles all over the place." Sheesh. Samus [and her wallet] hoped she wouldn't get that shitfaced anywhere near a store ever again.

Dozens of new bottles? Jeez. That meant at least a triple-digit bill, because Samus liked vodka and that shit was expensive. No sooner had he opened is mouth to ask if she needed anything, she shot him down. Oh well. If he knew Samus, he knew that she wouldn't have accepted the offer anyway.

"Well, tomorrow can be on me, then. At least."

She was probably feeling a little humiliated, and Falcon was a bit guilty that this financial discovery had happened over the phone. He'd be embarrassed if he was on her end. Then again, his pride was only outmatched by his ego.

"Let me know if you need anything, though. Not necessarily...money-wise. Just anything. You never know."

~~She read your mind Falcon. She does it very often actually.~~ If only because she was very stubborn about being an independent self-supporting sort of woman.

More importantly she wanted to support the people she cared about and she couldn't do that if she couldn't support herself first, pssh. But, she would keep the offer in the back of her mind. ~~Falcon, pay my atrocious phone bill, she said.~~

"I... will. Thanks." It was still hard to spit out sometimes, but she was thankful. Just for him listening. "Same goes for you. If you need... anything. You never know."

Samus was feeling hazy from the hangover... her face was feeling warm and she was very sure she could use a shower and do her other usual errands but she didn't really want to get off the phone. She knew she should though. Soonish. Probably. ~~It almost couldn't come soon enough.~~

"Actually, I need you to say goodbye to your precious sticky notes, for they are coming down in a few minutes. Lament to them your finals words, Falcon."

He smiled a little and finally made his way into the kitchen, making a beeline for the sink to rinse out the coffeepot and get some caffeinated beverage going. "I know. Thanks." To you too. It felt a little odd parroting her, but it was still nice to know they had a mutual agreement. They had each other's backs, no matter what. The past two weeks had proven that a hundred times over.

She was probably about ready to take some headache medicine and lay down. After she cleaned off all those sticky notes, apparently.

Falcon cleared his throat rather dramatically, buying time to prepare an Ode to the Post-Its on Samus' door.

"Goodbye, Post-Its. Our time together was brief but your valor will be remembered for minutes to come. Farewell and Godspeed."

Yes. The notes had to go, sorry Falcon. She wasn't about to have your post-its decorating her door like a giant yellow I GOT INCREDIBLY DRUNK LAST NIGHT AND THIS IS THE RESULT OF A CONCERNED ~~what is~~ DOUCHE BAG BOUNTY HUNTER IN ACTION, ASK ME HOW IT WAS beacon for all to see. She stood outside her door with a hand on her hip as he delivered his amazing Ode to Post-Its.

Nooooo that couldn't of been a giggle on the phone. Samus didn't giggle.

But the next sound was very clearly the ripping of many many small pieces of post-its off the door, their lives and dreams suddenly and forcibly crushed at the very hands of the bounty hunter on the other line. What few that could escape into the wind bid a tearful farewell to their paperly brethren, never to be seen again. Farewell and godspeed little post-its.

"Oooooh." Samus was quite satisfied with a clean door again. "They are gone. Did you hear that?" She crumbled their little yellow remains next to the phone.

"They told me to tell you your efforts were in vain and you are a terrible person to of done this to my poor unsuspecting door."

It was a magical beautiful ode to Post-Its, and it hurt him inside that she could not appreciate the value and valor of hundreds of little yellow sticky-notes.

Okay, it didn't really hurt inside. The whole thing was more amusing than anything, especially when she made point to crumple them near the phone. It was the greatest waste of paper ever, and totally worth it forever and ever. Even if it did take him maybe a good half hour to cover the door.

And he was making her laugh. That was the most important thing.

"Yeah, well. You just don't understand the importance of sticky-notes. Those little guys are tenacious. And who's to say your door didn't deserve it?"

Edited 2009-06-29 05:45 (UTC)

The whole thing was very amusing. Not really so much amusing last night when her blurred alchohol vision almost equated it to a new coat of yellow paint on her door but... She went back inside and flopped on the couch.

"My door was undeserving, unsuspecting, unprepared and unprotected. You didn't even give it a chance before you covered it from top to bottom with your tenacious little guys."

"It only takes one to get through, you know." That one she still had. She turned it over in her hand and inspected it.

Samus planned on keeping it.

...just in case she needed an excuse to call him again.

Edited 2009-06-29 06:13 (UTC)

"I did give it a chance." He mock-whined. "I waited five minutes like your note said. And then I took my revenge, so there."

He knew very well that one note could have done the job. But this had been so much more satisfying.

Falcon took the pot of coffee from the maker and poured himself a mug, sipping slowly as he threw another glance at the clock. They'd been going at this for quite a while. Not a bad thing, of course, and Falcon couldn't help but feel...special. And he kind of hoped she felt the same way.

As reluctant as he was to end the conversation, he was sure she was unbelievably hung over and probably just wanted to lie down. "Anyway...I should probably let you go and get some rest."

She'd probably feel more special if her head wasn't pounding like a marching band run over by parade. The Advil was working a little.

Laughter was always a much better medicine of course.

"I suppose." Samus stretched until she was completely sprawled out on the couch with one of her arms dangling lazily over the edge of the armrest. As reluctant as she was to end the conversation, she knew she should rest. And Falcon probably had a billion and one whatever a Falcon does on Sunday things to do. "...If you need anything don't hesitate... but... yeah. I'll catch up with you later in the week. We can start working on the Flyer or something. If you want."

Oh yes. A billion Falcon does things on Sunday things to do. Things like draw blueprints and do laundry and go to the grocery store and maybe vacuum the carpets in his apartment. Funtimes.

But they'd have to get done and besides, he was going to see her tomorrow when they went to the beach. It wasn't like hanging up the phone meant he wasn't going to speak to her ever again. He was still reluctant to do so. Maybe they could do it again. He'd like that, he decided.

"I know." Falcon hoped she could hear him smiling, a genuine smile that was rare for him. "And you know if you need anything you can just ask."

The thought of the whole...family, for lack of a better word, going out tomorrow and the promise to work on the Flyer made it easier to end the phone call. Not that he really wanted to, but...they both had things on their agendas, and for Samus that meant some peace and quiet because she probably had a hell of a headache.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the beach. And...yeah. I'd like that."

"Okay." Yeah, this hangover couldn't go away any faster and tomorrow couldn't come any sooner. She was already drawing blueprints in her mind and wondering if he was really joking about bringing a pillow or not and how much extra suntan lotion she should pack for Jeff and Ionia.

She was silent on the phone for a few moments, still reluctant to hang up. More than a few moments, really. It was a beautiful sound.

"...Okay I'll see you tomorrow."

This was totally Falcon's favorite game, except it wasn't. The "I really don't want to hang up the phone so I'm going to wait until the other person does it except they don't want to hang up the phone either so we're going to have a few moments of awkward silence" game.

But the silence wasn't awkward. Far from it. It should have been awkward, but instead it was comfortable and didn't feel empty at all. There was no need to say anything because anything either of them could possibly say was already understood.

Silences could go on too long and not long enough all at the same time. "Sounds good." He replied, finally. "Bye, Samus."

For where this conversation originally started Samus was... quite happy to see [or hear rather] where it was now. Comfortable silences and all. She still wished she this conversation could have been in person but... that would be happening soon enough anyway.

Samus really really needed to rest, her aching body was growing just as stubborn as she was about ignoring it.

"See you ~~next mission~~ later," She hesitated, just barely probably not even a split second but then again Falcon was very good at reading her; he might of caught it. She wanted to call him Doug but it didn't quite make it out as opposed to the other name she was far more used to calling him by, "Falcon."

She made the move after that and pressed that little button that cut off the silence between them and and left her with... silence.

Despite the pounding headache, she rested easy and slept soundly. For the first time in a long time.

~~Then she sent him a billion tenacious little blank text messages, the end.~~

Edited 2009-06-30 08:31 (UTC)

Wherein Falcon leaves Samus several angry voicemails.

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