"Hey, Nick! I'm going out for a little bit," Finnick said. He was already at the door, his sunglasses held in his paw.
"Aw, but what'll I do while you're gone?" the question was asked in a baby-like voice by Nick, enjoying the look of irritation growing on the fennec's face.
"Use your damn imagination," Finnick reached for the doorknob and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.
Left all by himself, Nick looked around the apartment. Aside from the couches and coffee table there was not much to decorate the living space and give it a homey look. The same issue applied to the kitchen and even the single bedroom.
Nick got up from the couch, walking past the kitchen, and down the short hallway. He grabbed the doorknob of the bedroom, turned it and pushed it open. It was a relatively small space, all four walls were the exact same, giving the room a box-like appearance. All that stood in the space were the mattress and a single dresser, both left behind by the previous tenants. Unlike the other rooms, there were things in the bedroom. Mostly his and Finnick's clothes, the red fox's shirts and pants were neatly put away in the closet while the fennec's were laying wherever he threw them. With a shrug Nick stepped over the discarded shirts and shorts and threw himself on the bare mattress.
Reaching into his pocket, Nick pulled out his phone and clicked the power button. A small smile spread across his muzzle seeing the wallpaper was an image he had taken of him and Finnick at a bar. It was a day that Nick often thought about, especially whenever he used his phone. Now feeling a bit curious, Nick clicked on his galley and scrolled through the many photos stored there. He changed the layout to sort them all into folders by year. Flicking down as far as he could the fox came to the last folder. But instead of being titled by whatever year it was taken in the folder was named WON'T FORGET. With a press of his digit the folder was opened, revealing a single photo. Once he took a good look at it a gasp escaped his lips. It was a photo of him and Finnick in front of a fountain.
The quality obviously showed that this picture was taken by a phone much older than the one it was now stored on. The image showed both foxes smiling, their fur was soaked and ruffled.
This was taken, like, twelve years ago, Nick thought to himself.
"Are you gonna stare at that thing all day?" a seventeen year old Nick groaned.
"Hell yeah I am! This phone is gonna get me all the bitches," an 18 year old Finnick grinned, holding the device in his paw.
NIck rolled his eyes and kept walking. The duo were walking through an outdoor mall plaza, looking for a new way to make money. But instead of making anything Finnick spent what he had left on a brand new flip phone.
"Look, Finnick. Are we gonna make some money or not?" Nick asked, getting frustrated. All he got in response was Finnick's snickering, staring into the phone's screen.
He was about to say something else, turning to face the smaller fox. Once he did an idea popped into his head.
"Y'know, Finnick. You look just like a little kid, obsessed with a new toy."
Finnick's gaze rose to meet the fox's. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hey, look at that!" Nick grabbed Finnick's shoulder and pointed at a vixen sitting in front of an outdoor cafe.
"Damn!" Finnick exclaimed. Nick saw an opportunity, swiping the phone while the fennec was distracted. Before Finnick could react Nick was already running off.
"Nick. Give it back, you dick!" Finnick yelled, chasing after him.
Nick ran to the fountain at the center of the plaza, knowing Finnick wasn't far behind. Soon the two foxes were locked into a game of sorts. Whenever Finnick ran to one side, Nick ran to the other.
"If you want your phone back, you're gonna have to go through," Nick laughed, referring to the fountain separating the two. Finnick growled, balled his paws into fists and dashed through the fountain. Nick was taken by surprise and was tackled by the smaller mammal. He quickly recovered from his shock, the phone still clutched in his paw. He stood up and jumped in the fountain, making sure to hold the device away from any of the flowing water.
"Come on, Finnick. All you gotta do is grab it!"
Finnick dashed forwards once again and in one swift motion snatched the phone back from Nick. Both foxes were soaked from the shenanigans.
"Okay.." Finnick panted. "You got my attention."
"I gotta admit," Nick sighed. "That phone is pretty sweet."
"Ugh, I hope you didn't smudge the camera…" Finnick mumbled. "Hey, you wanna take a picture?"
After a few failed attempts the two finally managed to take a decent picture. While Finnick was looking it over Nick was chuckling to himself.
"What?" Finnick asked, looking up at him.
"You're so cute when you're upset," Nick said, leaning down to pinch Finnick's cheek.
"Hey! G-get the fuck off me!" Finnick yelled, shoving the fox back into the fountain.
"Fine. Whatever. Jeez." The reeling fox mumbled.
As far as Nick could remember, that was the first time he called Finnick cute to his face.
The fox's ears perked up, hearing the door being unlocked. He quickly pressed the home button and closed the gallery.
"Hey, Nick. I'm back!" Finnick announced.
Nick rushed into the living room, lifted the fennec, spun him around and finally hugged his close.
"I missed you so much.." Nick mumbled.
"Damn, I was only gone like…ten minutes." Finnick grumbled in the other fox's grasp.