#meonibu

** things i’ve said as resident mom friend ** || Accepting

“You of all people should have enough free time to answer your phone, geez…” Mimi’s voicemail said. She probably sent this after a plethora of texts.

She continued. “Anyway, Nastasia said she wanted to talk or something? Or see if you’re okay? She doesn’t like calling or messaging people herself. But I’ve messaged you so many darned times you got me concerned about someone as stupid as you! Just answer the freakin’ phone already!!”

…to her, that’s probably more heartfelt than it sounds.

          It was...weird to feel guilty about this, but he couldn't help it. Why in the world would Nastasia want anything to do with him? Even though he'd cut ties with Bleck's crew, he still had a small sliver of a heart, as much as he was denying it. He felt terrible for ignoring everyone for so long.

                         [TXT]: I'm in Rogueport. At the inn.

          He hadn't talked to anyone in weeks. It surefelt like longer than that, but it was definitely weeks. He only had his phoneon to occasionally check the time, but other than that, it was on silent andoff in his pocket. There were far too many people that wanted to contact himright now, and to be honest? After what had happened? He didn't deserve theirworries. He wouldn't want him to receive the same closure Nastasia and theothers deserved.

          He'd fled immediately after he'd been freed from his grasp. Call it whateveryou may, but he just couldn't bear to stand in the presence of a force that hedidn't know how to approach anymore. He was scared, absolutely terrified ofcontinuing to function. Sharing a mind with the psychotic mess that wasDimentio, even if it was for a short while, had implanted enough fears in hishead to last him a lifetime.

          So, upon seeing just how many messages he had after finally taking a look athis phone again, he was shocked, to say the least. Why did Mimi, of all people,want to waste her time contacting him? Couldn't she just bug Nastasia if shewanted to paint someone's nails? He'd enjoy the company, but the activity mademuch more sense for someone like her to partake in. Heck, even O'Chunks wouldprobably humor her by joining in. If she had all these people that'd be perfectfor this activity, why keep trying to go to him?

          The curiosity was killing him. He didn't want to contact anyone, but maybelistening to her voicemails would stifle the urge to. So he went straight to theoldest one.

          He actually had no idea what she wanted from him. It could literally be anything, if she’s trying to bug him in the middle of the night. But whatever it was, he was pretty certain someone like Nastasia would be better suited for it. As long as it wasn’t him, he really couldn’t be bothered to care.

          “Can’t you bug someone else? I bet O’Chunks would love a wardrobe upgrade. I don’t have time for this.”