Bzt, bzt!
His hand darted into the pocket of his jeans, fingers making contact with the cool metal backing and edges of his phone. He pulled it out quickly, holding the game controller in his free hand lazily, eyes shifting continuously from the television screen to the glass screen of his phone. Upon his lock screen sat a Snapchat notification, with the sender stated as one Abigail Walker.
"You gotta' take that?" Eugene asked from his seat upon the floor, back pressed against the sofa. His eyes remained on the game, only flickering his gaze over to Delsin for what seemed like a millisecond, hands gripping his game controller for dear life as he directed his character around, pressing buttons every so often.
"It's just a snap from Fetch," Delsin replied, quickly and clumsily navigating to the application on his phone. His eyes snapped back toward the television screen as he waited for the application to load. "Probably just showing off her latest tag or something."
"Oh," the younger Conduit uttered, taking his hands off of his controller to adjust the position of his glasses for a quick moment. "Well we can pause this for a sec, Delsin; it's alright."
"No need, man," the copy-cat Conduit replied, catching a glimpse of the now loaded application out of the corner of his eye; his attention shot back toward his phone. He tapped the icon in the bottom left corner of the screen, bringing him to his feed which listed all of his sent, opened, and unopened picture and video messages with names ranging from both Fetch and Eugene, as well as a few names from his group of friends back in Salmon Bay. At the very top of the list sat his latest message, the name Abigail Walker in bold letters, and the status unopened beneath her name. "This'll be..."
His voice trailed off the moment he pressed his thumb against the area of the message on the touchscreen of his phone. The message opened, leaving a photograph to flash across the screen, remaining in view for as long as Delsin kept his thumb upon the screen. Across the photographic message lay a black bar with the message I'll be waiting in white lettering.
"...quick."
The Conduit's voice cracked, something his friend noticed rather quickly, prompting him to take his eyes away from the televisions screen. He hit the start button on his controller, pausing the game, and looked over at Delsin in concern.
"Everything okay, man?" Eugene asked.
"Y-yeah," Delsin spluttered. He lifted his thumb away from the screen, ridding the photo from any possible view Eugene may have had, and leaving the timer beside the message to drop down to zero before the message was erased for good. He tossed the controller from his hand and onto the couch, standing and hastily shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Fetch just – uh – needs some help with some – er – things – dealers! Yeah, dealers. Sorry to cut it short, man. We can continue this tomorrow or something!
And as his friend all but ran out of his apartment, Eugene grew curious as to just what it was that the snapchat sent to Delsin contained that had him in such a rush.
And upon a hunch and sudden realization, Eugene scrunched his face together in disgust and groaned. "Ewww..!"
A/N: Here is your daily dose of humor, everyone! This idea popped into my head late yesterday, and it was begging to be written – and now, here we are. You can decide just what exactly it was that Fetch sent Delsin. Gotta love imagination, yeah? As always, thank you for your reviews and continuing support. Until next time!