[ota] doesn't matter how you throw me

[bluntforces]

It's hard being a young person.

At this point, Evan isn't exactly a young person. Not an old person, but finally safely removed from the this way and that way of being a teenaged and recently-teenaged young person. Lots of things are settling into place. Since getting back to Montréal, even, he's even getting his head properly around what his life might look like when he moves back home.

But the Deck is (par for the course these days) not doing well. There's no telling what travel back and forth is going to be like, not really. There's no telling what his mother will say has popped up in the backyard. There's no telling how Elani's going to sound on the phone when he calls.

There's no telling when a giant bouquet of orange lilies and jonquil and white clover is going to show up in the middle of your Intermediate Managerial Accounting and remind you that it's almost Valentine's Day on top of the fact your home is falling to pieces while you're not there and you can't tell anyone about it.

So Evan McCartney? Is playing phone roulette. Not looking at names and numbers so much as hitting at random to make sure that the general population hasn't completely vanished into thin air.

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[bluntforces]

"It's seriously weird, man." He pauses briefly to scratch at his chin, adjust the phone. Shaving soon, apparently. "How d'you do it? Not, like, go stir-crazy?"

[heartsofdarkgrey]

"You mean not go stir crazy from not constantly traveling?" He thought about it. "I read. That and I paint landscapes and other images I think up. Plus my twin travels a lot for us both. Not to say that I haven't had the urge to travel myself."

[bluntforces]

"...reading? Really?"

Can you hear the utter despair and frustration in his voice, sir. Can you. It's pretty utter.

"All I do is read. Ain't there-- some way t' trick your brain? Like, run around a park fifty laps every morning?"

[heartsofdarkgrey]

"There's always meditation?"

Yeah he could hear it. He could hear it pretty damn well.

"I have hobbies." He seems to shrug with his voice. "Um...maybe a pet?"

yeah...that's helpful.

[bluntforces]

There's the tiniest rush of static as Evan repeats the word 'meditation' under his breath. Braver men had feared to suggest he attempt to sit still long enough to do something like that.

"'s my roommate count as a pet? He's sorta like a cat. Lies around, doesn't love me, gets pissy if I don't cook for both of us."

(sorry!)

[heartsofdarkgrey]

"There are active ways to meditate you know. Its not all sitting in one spot." He chuckled. "There's Tai Chi for one and a number of other methods."

Greylan burst into laughter. "I think he'd count then. Make sure to get all his shots and a nice collar. Make it official."

No worries!

[bluntforces]

There's a loud laugh for that. It probably pushes a wave of static through the phone line.

"D'you think he'd respond well to that? Me tryin' to collar him?"

[heartsofdarkgrey]

"Most likely not...unless, you know, he's into that sorta thing." Grey snickered.