Yeah, a little late, but can probably be inserted at an appropriate point. I decided it was better to write what happened after the phone call, rather than attempt to write the call itself.
The door to the room swooshed open, swooshed closed again, the room filling with light and then going dark again except for the black not-quite glow from the antique PDA lying on the bedside table. Jeph could feel the slight shift of the bed as Nene sat down, shed her pajama pants, and slid in under the covers and nestled herself against his back, then shivered.
"How'd it go?" Jeph asked.
"It... he's a bit of a mess right now," Nene said, her voice low. "Holding it a bit more together, but still freaking out like the first time you shifted in public."
Jeph carefully rolled himself over, and wrapped his arms around Nene, kissing her forehead. "Remind me, that was, what, two days after I'd gotten modded over a clumsy assassination attempt? I think he's kind of justified to some freaking out." She nodded.
"Maybe. Near death, gender flip." She shuddered. "I'm starting to wonder how many more of those I'm going to see."
Jeph kissed her forehead again. "Not that you were complaining about the gender flip thing last weekend." Nene snorted.
"It gets worse, though. Jet's... gone and cribbed him up some sort of false identity so he doesn't have to keep cooped up. It... I'm not sure, maybe my signals are getting a bit mixed because of him being in her puppet, but I think he's a bit afraid of the idea."
Jeph sighed. "I can't begin to wonder why," he commented sarcastically. "That's all he needed."
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"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor
The door to the room swooshed open, swooshed closed again, the room filling with light and then going dark again except for the black not-quite glow from the antique PDA lying on the bedside table. Jeph could feel the slight shift of the bed as Nene sat down, shed her pajama pants, and slid in under the covers and nestled herself against his back, then shivered.
"How'd it go?" Jeph asked.
"It... he's a bit of a mess right now," Nene said, her voice low. "Holding it a bit more together, but still freaking out like the first time you shifted in public."
Jeph carefully rolled himself over, and wrapped his arms around Nene, kissing her forehead. "Remind me, that was, what, two days after I'd gotten modded over a clumsy assassination attempt? I think he's kind of justified to some freaking out." She nodded.
"Maybe. Near death, gender flip." She shuddered. "I'm starting to wonder how many more of those I'm going to see."
Jeph kissed her forehead again. "Not that you were complaining about the gender flip thing last weekend." Nene snorted.
"It gets worse, though. Jet's... gone and cribbed him up some sort of false identity so he doesn't have to keep cooped up. It... I'm not sure, maybe my signals are getting a bit mixed because of him being in her puppet, but I think he's a bit afraid of the idea."
Jeph sighed. "I can't begin to wonder why," he commented sarcastically. "That's all he needed."
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"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor