blossom; cellphone

[punchtheflowers]

[You have reached the voice mailbox of ...Vinnie. Please leave a message after the tone. ... BEEP! Or drop him a text. He's been really into that lately. Specify date and time and which boy you just saw Sasha talking to so he knows who to punch.]

Comments

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Fine. [Which was... oversimplifying it, to say the least. But Red wouldn't have called if he didn't have a reason to call. Something must have happened, and Vinnie would sooner get to the point.]

What's up.

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[The news hit Vinnie like a sack of bricks, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes widened, for a moment he even felt winded. Sonny... no, not Sonny too. Please. The silence on the other side of the line was telling.]

...Fuck.

[Vinnie bit down on the rest of what he wanted to say. Don't just react. Think about what Red actually said. If the last thing he remembered was leaving, then... he still remembered what happened at school. There was that, at least.]

So you're sayin' he left the school a few hours while a year's passed over here. So, time travel shit.

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Yeah? Thanks. [Man, what was Voile going through, he had to wonder. And by that extension, Marie too? A year was a long time. Vinnie chewed on his thoughts for a second longer.]

...Time travel sucks if you're not expectin' it - an' it's not great even when you are - but Sonny's tough. He'll bounce back.

Tell'im I'll be back before grad, al'right?

[punchtheflowers]

[There was a beat with an unspoken nod. Then, with some seriousness and touch of hesitation, Vinnie added:]

We'll talk after I get back. Okay?

[punchtheflowers]

'Kay. See you.

[Click.]