He's finally managed to settle into bed, yet still not quite ready to attempt sleep, staring at the ceiling instead when the vibrating from the incoming message has him reaching out to see who in their right mind thought that it was a good time to send texts. For him to get one at all is odd enough, but at this hour, it's even weirder... and given who it's from, it's even stranger still. And then there's the message itself.
For several long moments, he stares at the screen in confusion, not understanding why it is she's sending him that. Does she need him to meet her somewhere? Does he need to actually get dressed for this? Is she serious? Wait, wasn't that a line from some commercial?
Racking his brain to come up with a snippet of memory, he taps out a reply, deletes it, taps out another, deletes it too, and taps out a third only to delete it yet again, before it finally it hits him. It's so stupid, like something Lance would say, but at the same time, it's really the only answer there is, and as he hits what should be voice to text, he can't not say it in exactly the same flat tone he vaguely remembers:
"Um... khakis?"
Aaaand sent. Except the moment it's sent, he realizes that what he hit was most definitely not voice to text, but voice record, and he just sent that to Pidge.
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Date: 2021-07-10 03:42 am (UTC)For several long moments, he stares at the screen in confusion, not understanding why it is she's sending him that. Does she need him to meet her somewhere? Does he need to actually get dressed for this? Is she serious? Wait, wasn't that a line from some commercial?
Racking his brain to come up with a snippet of memory, he taps out a reply, deletes it, taps out another, deletes it too, and taps out a third only to delete it yet again, before it finally it hits him. It's so stupid, like something Lance would say, but at the same time, it's really the only answer there is, and as he hits what should be voice to text, he can't not say it in exactly the same flat tone he vaguely remembers:
"Um... khakis?"
Aaaand sent. Except the moment it's sent, he realizes that what he hit was most definitely not voice to text, but voice record, and he just sent that to Pidge.
Ohhh fuck him sideways.