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—No POV—
Dan sighed and put down his phone after a while of no response. Great, he grimaced, I just met someone and they already abandoned me. Sometimes I wonder how I have any subscribers if people can't stand me in a single chat.
He shook his head and decided to just go get a glass of water in hopes it would distract him. It was better than what he usually did - stuffing his face with either cookie dough or mediocre chocolate. Maybe not the most healthy coping mechanism but, hey, it worked.
However, even as he filled up the clear glass, he still couldn't figure out what Phil had meant by 'My guys'. Surely it was disrespectful to not just say friends instead? Though, Dan didn't have any (at least not many aside from Georgia and Josh) so he couldn't really talk...
By choice, obviously. Dan's just a workaholic and friends distract him from his job. He could make more friends any time he damn well pleased.
His apartment was silent, not even the repetitive ticking of a wall clock filled the air, and Dan hated it. So, naturally, he reached for his phone to put on some sort of song. Anything.
He opened up his phone, accidentally going right instead of opening Spotify. Oh well, he shrugged, guess I'm reading the news now. Who can read an listen to music at the same time anyway?
News near you-
But before he could read it, a notification from BBC news popped up, reading what he was sure was the same article he was just about to read:
Breaking news: Two members of the 'Lion's Fang' syndicate found dead from swallowing cyanide pills after failed robbery.
Dan felt chills go down his spine as he read on. It was quite surreal, he was only a few streets away! He guessed that was what all the sirens were about. He'd barely questioned it before, living in London and all, but now it made a lot more sense. Though it wasn't exactly comforting.
He ran his cold fingers through his hair, utterly bored and unsure of what to do about it. Going outside was definitely not an option right now. Eventually he just decided to go on tumblr, it's not like he had anything else to do - he uploaded a video just today and the apartment was spotless.
And so he spent the rest of the day in bed, laptop over the covers as he perused through his feeds, replying to tweets and reposting fanart, sometimes with a soft smile on his lips.
Phil, on the other hand, didn't have such a relaxed day.
He'd lost two of his men today, and he wasn't about to lose more. He was pretty much yelling at the driver of the car to "Speed up! Make sure you lose them before coming back to the base!" over their private transceivers (they were really just walkie talkies Phil had made, but Phil took his 'job' too seriously to refer to them as that.)
So, really not relaxing at all.
After he was sure the driver and his small team were going to make it back safe, he leaned back and took a 'mellow' breath, even though it did little to nothing.
Even though he had much more to worry about, he couldn't stop thinking about this 'Dan'. It was stupid, in his opinion, but he was sure he'd seen that face somewhere before, but where? He had to know him.
Maybe he was a childhood friend. It didn't make that much sense, though. All of a sudden an old friend from a tiny town in a different city just happens to reappear? He didn't think so. The app he used made it so that only people nearby show up, so he couldn't be from another city - London was much too large and dense for him to even be on the outskirts!
Speaking of Dan, he had a bit of extra time to kill, so why not text him?
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Phil! At The Disco changed their name to Phunk
Phunk: Hey sorry for just running out on you then | Sent
It was boring business stuff | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Oh. | Sent
Well, at least you're back | Sent
Phunk: Indeed | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Really? Phunk? Where did that come from | Sent
Phunk: It's Phil mixed with punk | Sent
Are you okay you seem a bit off | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Yeah, I'm fine. | Sent
Just a bit shaken up | Sent
Oh, and I get it now! | Sent
Phunk: Wanna talk about it | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Just something bad happened near where I live and it's a bit surreal | Sent
Have you seen that thing on the news where 2 thugs died? | Sent
That happened really close to where I live | Sent
Phunk: Oh | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Yup. | Sent
Never did understand crime | Sent
Why not just earn your money instead of stealing it from others? | Sent
Phunk: Maybe they cant earn their money | Sent
Maybe they failed school and cant get a job | Sent
Maybe their parents forced them into that life and even though they don't want to do it they have to because its the only life they've ever known | Sent
((Subtle, Phil))
Dnks fr th mmrs: Calm down, Phil | Sent
Why are you getting so defensive about this anyways? | Sent
Phunk: Sorry I have a rambling problem | Sent
But Im not | Sent
Oh Virgil and freya are here I gtg | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Uhh... | Sent
Okay bye Phil! | Sent
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Phunk: Well that was a train wreck | Draft