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[positivelyroomy]

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"You've reached Martin Blackwood. If you need me, no, you don't. Leave a message, anyway."

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text | 393-7483 | ~mid-july

[eyesite]

( martin and john's text messages are an eclectic collection with time stamps ranging all around the clock (particularly from john's end, as he hadn't had a particularly healthy sleep schedule before taking the role of Head Archivist, and it's only gotten worse from there): the domestic logistics of hashing out needed supplies and impending repairs to jokes, observations, wry witticisms, sarcastic rejoinders, words of affection, discussions of plans, and the occasional reminisce—

this message (likely sent at another ungodly hour), however, is a little more immediate and potentially actionable. )

Up for a road trip later?

[positivelyroomy]

[ If texts weren't such a useful way to send notes about the weirdness of their new home, Martin's contributions would gravitate toward affection, nitpicking John into coming to bed, you ridiculous man, and cat memes. Tonight, Martin is tied up on an odd job -- so it doesn't shock him to see a text from John at said ungodly hour. He's still going to roll his eyes (fondly, thank you) when it doesn't seem to be an emergency. Always a plus. ]

Alright, you've got my attention. How far are you wanting to head out this time?

[ Martin actually kind of enjoys the road trips, even if he's pretty sure this one will be more or less 'business' over pleasure. He knows what he signed up for. ]