[ zoning out commences with finn spread eagle, watching the smoke from his joint weave together constellations from the kernels of the popcorn ceiling. he's still aware of the vibrations of his phone, eager like the prodding of a child. it's easiest to imagine daniel as the boy he once knew; that shaggy mop of hair, the bandana knotted around his neck, and the way his eyes would light up from the kindling of wild tales. the perspective was a new one for finn, having always been the little one. it was exhilarating to see parts of himself emulated, even if it wasn't always for the best...
how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off Who's they and what motherfucking army? Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit My dues are paid here so fuck it
[ finn takes too long to reply, daniel idly notes to himself when he receives his texts later on in the day. he is at the beach, curling his toes in the white sand as he nurses an energy drink he'd nabbed from an oblivious tourist's cooler. he'd come out to clear his head, shake any excess of unnecessary thoughts of the past that could potentially put his headspace at risk.
he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish [ in other words: ] Easy pickings Better stick close to me while ur here U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
[ minutes elapse between responses, finn eventually returning as a fresher version of himself. he's squinting down at his phone while toweling off his hair. there's something he wants to say in janky ass spanish about his admittedly janky ass spanish, but grade 10 conjugation halts abruptly when his eyes fall upon this dude. ]
Can't see you behind the rando lol
[ finn zooms in with a puzzled tilt to his head, he can't make out why he feels fucked up by what he's seeing. so even a superwolf can't escape the effects of time... ]
[ or sean for that matter, but a shopping list is a whole 'nother story. the note app's open on his phone: chocohs, doubstuffed, mt.dew, pepto b, condoms... just to start, of course. ]
You let me know if there's anything else I'm off to work. Gotta deliver double on the rizz to fund the BIG trip Stay tuned, sweetheart 👁
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how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off
Who's they and what motherfucking army?
Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening
It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit
My dues are paid here so fuck it
Lil dude
This is happening
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he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish
[ in other words: ] Easy pickings
Better stick close to me while ur here
U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
Btw
Not so 'lil' anymore am I?
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Can't see you behind the rando lol
[ finn zooms in with a puzzled tilt to his head, he can't make out why he feels fucked up by what he's seeing. so even a superwolf can't escape the effects of time... ]
Feels unreal
Lil big man 💔
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Might even be taller than u now
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[ most guys are... ]
But yeah, to backtrack
[ recovering from the shock of that revelation. ]
I don't mind sharing a room with you, [ little man ] D u d e
I'm real compact, easy to store and shit
You got any American brand bday wishes you want me to procure before I get there?
Chock-o-crisps??
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Fuck yeah I want chock o crisps
Can't believe u still remember those are my favorite
[ it's not like daniel didn't complain about not having any every other day back at the farm... ]
Dude can u believe double stuffed oreos are harder to find here than chock o crisps
mountain dew too
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[ or sean for that matter, but a shopping list is a whole 'nother story. the note app's open on his phone: chocohs, doubstuffed, mt.dew, pepto b, condoms... just to start, of course. ]
You let me know if there's anything else
I'm off to work. Gotta deliver double on the rizz to fund the BIG trip
Stay tuned, sweetheart 👁