[ To say Stiles is absolutely touched by the gesture would be an absolute understatement. He stares at the picture the next morning like an absolute idiot, goofy grin on his face, and sets it as his phone background.
You set the bar high by beating Laura two years in a row.
[ Besides, she has six years worth of birthdays to make up for. It's a little more personal, to write it out in big, spindly letters than to just send him a text with the words. ]
Diana hesitates for a moment, staring at the red and green options, thumb hovering over her screen before she bites the corner of her lip and finally hits one of them. ]
She goes quiet as she listens to him fumble, sitting up to tuck her legs to her chest and wrapping her arm around them. He doesn't sound the same at all, and she's not quite sure what she was expecting. His voice suits him, that's for sure, and she sort of wants to get him on a tangent like he used to go on when they were younger just to hear how he shapes the words now.
Chewing at her lip a little, she chuffs faintly. ]
You're totally not gonna believe me. [ Holy god, they're talking on the phone. This is so surreal, Stiles isn't even sure what to do. He leans back against the wall behind his bed and cradles the phone with his shoulder, trying not to drop it everywhere--his hands are shaking. What the hell. ] But I'm like actually speechless.
[ Wait. ] Not in a you should hang up way, but just speechless in a, like, wow way. Yeah. This really isn't making it any better, is it.
[ Her voice is a little quiet, almost like she's uncertain, but she's definitely not hanging up the phone. The only person she really talks to on the phone is Laura, and occasionally the contractors she works with, but it's never for long and this is...
This is Stiles.
She curls up even tighter against the arm rest, holding the phone steady as she can. ]
Rambling hurricane. [ It's amazing, though. All things considered, this is going really easily--really well. It's as natural as it was before things went to hell. It's amazing how badly he missed this, and his grin is something to be seen. ]
It's kind of like the eye. You're surrounded by a bunch of really useless shit, it suddenly stops, all's quiet on the Western Front, and then, bam round two.
[ Of course she does. Laura was his sitter, first, before the job mostly fell to Diana. And while at first it had been a little annoying, she'd gotten used to it and actually started listening to what Stiles said instead of just hearing asinine chatter.
The fact that hasn't changed-- the fact they can talk like this still-- is a relief. ]
april 8th, 2012
It's been six years and he's still got it bad. ]
congrats, you beat scott :)
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[ Besides, she has six years worth of birthdays to make up for. It's a little more personal, to write it out in big, spindly letters than to just send him a text with the words. ]
morning sunshine ♥
i am setting a streak here
[ ...Maybe it wouldn't be too weird to call her, today. It's his birthday. ]
hey starshine ♥
But we can pretend she's devastated every time you manage to text me before she can come and say it.
[ She might even answer the phone, Stiles. You never know until you try. ]
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Fuck it.
[ And then hits call. ]
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Oh that's not a text. ]
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Diana hesitates for a moment, staring at the red and green options, thumb hovering over her screen before she bites the corner of her lip and finally hits one of them. ]
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jk one more after this
Wow, you sound exactly the same. [ totally nailed it. ]
I mean--
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She goes quiet as she listens to him fumble, sitting up to tuck her legs to her chest and wrapping her arm around them. He doesn't sound the same at all, and she's not quite sure what she was expecting. His voice suits him, that's for sure, and she sort of wants to get him on a tangent like he used to go on when they were younger just to hear how he shapes the words now.
Chewing at her lip a little, she chuffs faintly. ]
Happy birthday.
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[ Wait. ] Not in a you should hang up way, but just speechless in a, like, wow way. Yeah. This really isn't making it any better, is it.
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[ Her voice is a little quiet, almost like she's uncertain, but she's definitely not hanging up the phone. The only person she really talks to on the phone is Laura, and occasionally the contractors she works with, but it's never for long and this is...
This is Stiles.
She curls up even tighter against the arm rest, holding the phone steady as she can. ]
Is this the calm before the rambling storm?
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It's kind of like the eye. You're surrounded by a bunch of really useless shit, it suddenly stops, all's quiet on the Western Front, and then, bam round two.
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[ Of course she does. Laura was his sitter, first, before the job mostly fell to Diana. And while at first it had been a little annoying, she'd gotten used to it and actually started listening to what Stiles said instead of just hearing asinine chatter.
The fact that hasn't changed-- the fact they can talk like this still-- is a relief. ]
So that sounds about right.