frankly, he doesn't have the heart to message Falco back and tell him who this message actually went to, so he waits at the end of the day for him to come home and tell him in person.
which might actually be worse. is that worse? fuck. he doesn't know.
anyway, whenever Falco drops by he'll just be sitting on the couch with his omni trying not to look too ominous. ]
[ —okay, he’s low-key worried manabu talked to levi about his “message” and that he’s either in trouble or going to be sat down to talk. he hopes it’s none of that, but levi just sitting there, with his omni out . . .
falco ducks his head. to his luck or unluckiness, he hasn’t a clue about what had been sent, a touch more warped than what he’d first typed up. ]
I, um— Is it okay if I stay at Jun’s again tonight?
[ it's probably a good thing Falco isn't actually his son because he very clearly has no idea how to parent. then again, how would he?
he sighs inwardly; he's not looking forward to this at all. but he might as well get it over with, so he pulls up the message on his omni and holds it out for Falco to come over and see for himself. ]
[ . . . he did send something recent, and he hopes it isn’t that as his heart sinks, meandering over—
what was already a growing green tint around the cheeks goes deep and all the way down to his neck and at the tips of his ears. sputtering, sputtering, sputtering— and his voice cracks the signature way a teenage boy’s does. ]
I— I didn’t send that, I didn’t— write it, [ clears his throat an octave, ] like that—
[ oh, boy. this is how they're doing this, huh? the "it wasn't me, I swear" way. he waves a dismissive hand because it doesn't really matter and pockets his omni. ]
Look, this isn't any of my business, anyway. I just wanted you to know because I'm assuming whoever you did want to send this to never got it.
[ he is kind of curious, though, admittedly. who has caught the attention of his fake son? he couldn't even guess. ]
[ it's not that he doesn't believe what Falco is telling him, but he's feeling a little skeptical about all this. he tilts his head, though, making an attempt to understand. ]
[ okay, now he feels kind of bad. it's not like he was angry about receiving a goofy message not meant for him, but it sounds like it wasn't even carelessness that put them in this situation.
really, he should have known Falco better than that. he sighs. ]
I wasn't aware. I guess that explains why there's even more stupid shit getting posted on here than usual, though.
I don't know who this was meant for, though. And it sounds like these aren't even your real words. So what do I actually know, then? Maybe that you like someone? Like I said, it's none of my business.
[ plus, what's Falco gonna do, ask him for dating advice? unlikely. nobody's that desperate. ]
[ he winces a little in sympathy. he's never done anything like this—the admitting of feelings between him and Erwin was less a confession than both of them just breaking—but to a certain extent he can imagine how it must feel. ]
Sorry. No one else should have been able to see something that personal.
[ himself included. he pauses. ]
But I think telling him in person might be a better idea anyway.
[ he shouldn’t get all antsy and forget the most important thing, like, his actual things, and letting the adults know about his whereabouts. with all that already halfway said and done, falco bows his head with gratitude and a flash of green across his face. ]
—And thank you, for understanding and, [ a swallow, and before it got awkward: ] thank you.
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what?
frankly, he doesn't have the heart to message Falco back and tell him who this message actually went to, so he waits at the end of the day for him to come home and tell him in person.
which might actually be worse. is that worse? fuck. he doesn't know.
anyway, whenever Falco drops by he'll just be sitting on the couch with his omni trying not to look too ominous. ]
Hey.
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[ —okay, he’s low-key worried manabu talked to levi about his “message” and that he’s either in trouble or going to be sat down to talk. he hopes it’s none of that, but levi just sitting there, with his omni out . . .
falco ducks his head. to his luck or unluckiness, he hasn’t a clue about what had been sent, a touch more warped than what he’d first typed up. ]
I, um— Is it okay if I stay at Jun’s again tonight?
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[ it's probably a good thing Falco isn't actually his son because he very clearly has no idea how to parent. then again, how would he?
he sighs inwardly; he's not looking forward to this at all. but he might as well get it over with, so he pulls up the message on his omni and holds it out for Falco to come over and see for himself. ]
Pretty sure I wasn't meant to see this.
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what was already a growing green tint around the cheeks goes deep and all the way down to his neck and at the tips of his ears. sputtering, sputtering, sputtering— and his voice cracks the signature way a teenage boy’s does. ]
I— I didn’t send that, I didn’t— write it, [ clears his throat an octave, ] like that—
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Look, this isn't any of my business, anyway. I just wanted you to know because I'm assuming whoever you did want to send this to never got it.
[ he is kind of curious, though, admittedly. who has caught the attention of his fake son? he couldn't even guess. ]
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[ it’s exaggerated, dad!! it’s ‘shopped!! unreal!! ]
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Then how did I get it?
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[ look at him! he can't even make eye contact! ]
The omni's been sending them to other people . . . Different.
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[ okay, now he feels kind of bad. it's not like he was angry about receiving a goofy message not meant for him, but it sounds like it wasn't even carelessness that put them in this situation.
really, he should have known Falco better than that. he sighs. ]
I wasn't aware. I guess that explains why there's even more stupid shit getting posted on here than usual, though.
[ he pauses for a moment, considering. ]
Well, I saw nothing, then. How's that work?
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You still know, so . . .
[ gag tag come to life. kinda gay. ]
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[ plus, what's Falco gonna do, ask him for dating advice? unlikely. nobody's that desperate. ]
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Like, maybe . . .
[ he's desperate. it's him. ]
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well, then.
he's quiet for a moment, considering. then: ]
Maybe, huh?
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. . . Mhm.
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incredible. ]
They don't know?
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[ and they screwed up! ]
But I was, um . . . Going to go there. Today. In person.
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Sorry. No one else should have been able to see something that personal.
[ himself included. he pauses. ]
But I think telling him in person might be a better idea anyway.
can that be…. a wrap 👀 🌯
[ he shouldn’t get all antsy and forget the most important thing, like, his actual things, and letting the adults know about his whereabouts. with all that already halfway said and done, falco bows his head with gratitude and a flash of green across his face. ]
—And thank you, for understanding and, [ a swallow, and before it got awkward: ] thank you.