If he doesn't reply then he really doesn't want to know or is busy. Trust me, I know.
...You've been spying on how much we text?!
Of course not!
For goodness... you can look through the damn texts if you want to!
Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Tories are failing and Labour being awesome... you know you want to be here.
John's getting annoyed again - vein in his forehead's gone. He'll start using patronising phrases soon. You know how much fun it is when he tries to be intimidating...
*brain tries to process the conversation that just occurred*
*when it finally clicks, slams the light switch on and runs to the fireplace in the lounge, grabbing a dressing gown from the end of the bed and his phone from the dresser*
...odd that The Machine didn't warn me, it monitors John pretty closely, and...
*pauses*
*continues to walk to the fireplace, but opens a visual portal on the phone's reflective screen to the large mirror hanging over the mantlepiece in John's living room*
...
John, your breathing does not appear to be impaired, is everything alright?
Your current sofa is still part transfigured into something else. If you feel that protocol forbids using the Speaker's bed again, John, you may always use the sofabed here, just don't wake me up if you do.
*Gets into fireplace* *Appears in Peter's living room* *Rummages around for blankets and pillows* *Phone starts to ring* *John turns it off, kicks off his shoes and buries himself in his temporary bed*
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Date: 2012-02-23 11:02 pm (UTC)Sally,
draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
-Peter
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:06 pm (UTC)Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Never!!!!
Oh come on, you love annoying him almost as much as I do! ;-) There's caaaaaake!
S x
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:15 pm (UTC)If he doesn't reply then he really doesn't want to know or is busy. Trust me, I know.
...You've been spying on how much we text?!
Of course not!
For goodness... you can look through the damn texts if you want to!
Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Tories are failing and Labour being awesome... you know you want to be here.
John's getting annoyed again - vein in his forehead's gone. He'll start using patronising phrases soon. You know how much fun it is when he tries to be intimidating...
S x
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:17 pm (UTC)Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Come ooooooooooon.
Don't make me call you. You know I will.
S x
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:22 pm (UTC)Peter,
Last chance....
S x
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:24 pm (UTC)Sally, hang up.
Hang up right now.
Sally!
*Sally continues to call Peter and holds the phone out of John's reach*
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:35 pm (UTC)*burrows slowly out of the duvet to find the ringing phone, trying to quell instinctive panic*
*sinks back onto pillows with phone clamped to ear and tries to will self awake*
Peter *yawn* Mandelson speaking, who is calling?
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:40 pm (UTC)John: Stop it! He's going to take it out on me!
Sally: He's hopping up and down like mad and not making any sense!
John: I'm talking perfect sense!
Sally: Peter, please help - I've no idea what to do! He's gone red in the face and isn't breathing properly!
John: I'm perfectly fine, Sally!
Sally: Please, Peter! Hurry!
*Sally hangs up*
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:47 pm (UTC)*brain tries to process the conversation that just occurred*
*when it finally clicks, slams the light switch on and runs to the fireplace in the lounge, grabbing a dressing gown from the end of the bed and his phone from the dresser*
...odd that The Machine didn't warn me, it monitors John pretty closely, and...
*pauses*
*continues to walk to the fireplace, but opens a visual portal on the phone's reflective screen to the large mirror hanging over the mantlepiece in John's living room*
...
John, your breathing does not appear to be impaired, is everything alright?
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:53 pm (UTC)*Sally hold him back and tries to put her hand over his mouth*
Sally: He's flailing about - I've got to restrain him!
John: No you haven't I'm perfectly f-
Sally: He doesn't know what he's saying! His temperature is through the roof!
John: Go to bed, Peter! There's nothing-
Sally: He's delirious!
John: Sally, stop it and let the man sl-
Sally: Peter you can see he's not right!
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-23 11:58 pm (UTC)Why did you have to interrupt me when I was designing a mute function, John?
*stifles a yawn*
You do both realise that all this shouting will inevitably lead to the children waking up and rushing downstairs?
...
Thank you.
John, try not to die before tomorrow. I will find a way to torment you with bees if you do.
Goodnight to both of you.
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-24 12:03 am (UTC)No Sally, Peter's not coming round for another sleepover!
Goodnight, Peter.
Sally, stop it.
No, I do not with to be terrorised with bees.
He was clearly asleep, there was no need to interrupt him.
No I will not! If anything, you should sleep on the sof-
...yes dear.
...no, dear.
Of course not!
All I meant was-
But that wasn't what-
I-
...
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-24 12:07 am (UTC)Your current sofa is still part transfigured into something else. If you feel that protocol forbids using the Speaker's bed again, John, you may always use the sofabed here, just don't wake me up if you do.
*closes the connection and slumps off to bed*
(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-24 12:11 am (UTC)No, Sally, of course no-
Don't be ridic-
No, I didn't mean-
...Sally, please...
Please...
...
I...
...
That's it! I'm going to Peter's.
No you cannot follow!
*Gets into fireplace*
*Appears in Peter's living room*
*Rummages around for blankets and pillows*
*Phone starts to ring*
*John turns it off, kicks off his shoes and buries himself in his temporary bed*