Lounging About

[Samson Blackthorne]

"Mm-hm."

Sami was very bad at making phone calls. If the other person wasn't actually in front of him and speaking to his face, he had a tendency to switch off somewhat, just letting the words flow over him and making an occasional non-committal noise whilst his brain wandered off and did other things.

"Mm-hm."

Quite what other things his brain was doing at the moment, he didn't know, because it certainly wasn't up to anything productive, but he guessed that that was just how things worked. Maybe he should have taken that psychology class after all.

"Mm-hm."

But then again, did it really matter that much?

Mikala Palakiko

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika stretched his arms above his head as he entered the room he shred with the cheerleader, one corner of his mouth quirking when he saw that the boy was on the phone. Not walking any further into the room, as he was polite enough to leave again if the conversation was a private one, his smile grew as he listened to what seemed to be a very one-sided conversation.

He shook his head as he leaned back against the doorframe, just waiting for this riveting phone call to be over before he went in any further. After all, this was amusing, and he didn't want to draw attention to himself.