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[pigmypouter]

"Hey, you've reached Blue. Please leave a message, or a text. Or both. Bye!"

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[admemoriam]

[As soon as Blue wakes up, her phone will ring next to her. Noah doesn't even wait for a "Hello?", he just launches right into things.]

Bluuuuuue! It's your birthday! Happy birthday!!!

[pigmypouter]

[She should have expected this, honestly. She should have prepared herself. But nooooooo, she had to answer the phone, half asleep and unguarded.

She answers sleepily and distantly, mostly because she's holding the phone a foot away.]

Thank you, Noah.

[admemoriam]

[Oh no! He quiets his voice.]

Sorry, were you sleeping? I tried to wait until I heard you wake up.

[He means psychically. Creep.]

[pigmypouter]

[Oh, Noah. You're so lucky she likes you a lot, because otherwise this would be difficult.]

It's okay, I'm awake now. [She yawns, rubbing at one eye with the heel of her palm.] How did you know it was my birthday? I never said anything.

[admemoriam]

Oh. Um.

[Dammit, he can't just make a cute face over the phone.]

I just knew already. From last time you were here.

[Or from being an accidentally intrusive psychic?]

[pigmypouter]

Adam, did you read my mind?

[The annoyance is barely detectable over all the sleep in her voice, but it's there.]

[admemoriam]

Maybe. And I'm not Adam. How sleepy are you?

[pigmypouter]

[WHOOPS.]

I'm kinda sleepy. [She yawns, loud and unapologetic.] There's four of you, how am I supposed to keep all of you seperate?

[admemoriam]

I'm the one with the best hair.

[Said with the utmost breeziness.]

Are you gonna come downstairs? I put a candle in your yogurt.

[pigmypouter]

Of course.

[To both the comment and the question. Blue hurls herself up to a sitting position, then to her feet.

It's good that she's gotten good at memorizing the house, because when she hits the kitchen her eyes are still closed. She's in an oversized shirt, still no pants, but since this one goes to her knees it's all good.]

It's my birthdaaaaaay.

[admemoriam]

It is!

[Noah grins, scurrying over to her in socked feet. The tub of vanilla yogurt is open on the table, a tall, purple candle sticking out of the middle of it.]

Hurry, blow it out before it melts.

text.

[admemoriam]

[After the... Adam thing.]

sry ab the adam thing

:(

Re: text.

[pigmypouter]

[What has two thumbs and only just realized Noah could read her mind during the whole thing?

This girl!]

No you don't have to be. It's my fault.

[admemoriam]

no! it's not
this is your house too
and i didn't want to make things weird
like
with you and adam

[pigmypouter]

i think things are already weird with me and Adam.

And it's not your fault? Idk why you need to apologize. It was just a surprise.

I'm sorry for anything you heard tho

[admemoriam]

oh
you don't have to apologize about that either
i hear worse things all the time around here

[pigmypouter]

okay well I'm still sorry. And also sorry for being a creep.

[admemoriam]

you weren't creepy
i kind of
didn't mind you being there

1/2

[pigmypouter]

[Oh?









Oh.]

oh

2/2

[pigmypouter]

now you're being a creep, too.

[She doesn't mean it, though, not really. But something has to break this awkwardness, right?]

[admemoriam]

i can't help it, it's in my ghost genes

[pigmypouter]

that's absolutely not a thing

1/2

[admemoriam]

it absolutely is

and
um

listen

there's another reason i'm sorry you walked in on that

2/2

[admemoriam]

i've maybe kind of been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

1/?

[pigmypouter]

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