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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[shadowglitter]

[ Odin selfishly just goes ahead and thinks that's-- an insult, maybe, or an attack on him. Anything Poe does up here is gonna backfire because of him, right? 'Cause he's gonna get in the way? Great. Cool.

That fucking bubble showing someone is typing for far too long sure is going around a lot these days. Eventually, though - ]

If you get the time, try to draw it out. As soon as possible.
In the meantime -

[ He's sure Poe's gonna say no to this. He can't want anyone else in his head, after Loma, his daughter, the haunted house. But... ]

Can I write a dream for you? The next time you're up to it.
I wanna try something.
I'll let you read it before I cast it.

[flightforfreedom]

[No, nothing to do with you, Odin. Remember the bit about punching reporters? He wasn't kidding.]

alright, i'll give it a shot

[There's another long pause. He doesn't think about Loma or the house or Ren. He just remembers the conversation that he and Owain had about this. The painful twinge is impossible to ignore.]

yeah
okay
maybe i'd be able to sleep again

[shadowglitter]

[ Owain's gone.

His suit is buzzing in his ear now, warning Odin he's about to run out of oxygen. He looks to the stars, takes a deep breath. Fuck. ]

Free now?

[flightforfreedom]

yeah

just got out of the shower so give me a minute

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin reads this message.

He thinks of the guy Poe loves, the two of them showering together, being together, claiming Poe, taking Poe away.

He THROWS HIS PHONE INTO FUCKING SPACE.

He just stands there, watching it go. Great. Cool. GREAT. COOL! BYE! HE ANGRILY RAISES BOTH MIDDLE FINGERS AND JUST WAVES HIS ARMS AS HARD AS HE CAN, FLIPPING OFF HIS SHITTY STUPID PHONE WITH ALL THE STRENGTH IN THE WORLD AS IT DRIFTS OFF OUT INTO SPACE. BYE! BYE!!!!! BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF! FUCK! FUCK

He sits down. His suit is beeping a little louder now.

fuck.

fine.

Mental network access until he gets back to Earth, he guesses. He sighs and fogs up his helmet. ]

Cool. Thanks.

Meet you in the confessional.