[ There's some shuffling. Loud shuffling. Then a ... giggle? ]
Jayce. [ He's, uh. He's tipsy. ] Jayce. [ It sounds like he's tapping the screen, as though half-expecting his partner's voice to answer immediately. ]
[ It's good that he's a light sleeper, otherwise he might have missed the call entirely and the giggle which is playing over and over again in his head as he pushes himself up. ]
I'm here, Vik. [ His voice is a little rough and lower than usual. Jayce bites back a yawn. ] Where are you? What's going on?
Uh, sure. [ Jayce rests back against the headboard, pulling his knees up. ] Anything?
[ Except he doesn't really wait for a response, always too eager to please. He wants to open with: You know people usually start with something else when they call in the middle of the night, but that's too forward so he reels it back. ] Well, I managed to figure out what was stopping that mechanism from working. Something was getting caught in one of the gears.
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Jayce. [ He's, uh. He's tipsy. ] Jayce. [ It sounds like he's tapping the screen, as though half-expecting his partner's voice to answer immediately. ]
βvoice;
I'm here, Vik. [ His voice is a little rough and lower than usual. Jayce bites back a yawn. ] Where are you? What's going on?
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Alright.
He hums, resting his cheek on the table right next to the phone. ]
Keep talking.
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[ Except he doesn't really wait for a response, always too eager to please. He wants to open with: You know people usually start with something else when they call in the middle of the night, but that's too forward so he reels it back. ] Well, I managed to figure out what was stopping that mechanism from working. Something was getting caught in one of the gears.