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If anyone had told Kayn two years ago he'd be in an actual relationship where he'd be all missing a person and stuff, he'd have laughed them out of the bar and gone back to taking body shots off groupies.
If anyone had told him last week that he'd be moping because his boyfriend is away, he'd have sneered at them, because that's pathetic and he's too cool to mope.
Today he is, maybe, kind of, a little bit moping.
“Chin up, sad sack.” Ezreal's elbow digs into his ribs as he jerks his controller sideways, because he's a little shit even when he's trying to cheer Kayn up or something. “Phel will be home soon.”
“Didn't say shit about Phel,” he grunts back, making sure to ram Ezreal's character off the platform to its death.
“Didn't have to.” Ezreal respawns and rams him right back – except he sucks at this game and sends his own character bouncing off into a spin to its doom again. “ Balls.”
“Ha, loser.”
“Says the guy who hasn't changed out of his pajamas in two days.”
“I haven't left the house, why the fuck would I change?” Kayn scoffs, elbowing Ezreal back when the little gremlin manages to send him careening off the ledge.
“Because you're gross and smell like armpit?”
Kayn lifts his elbow and takes a quick sniff, not bothering to fight the grimace. Still, even if he does smell like armpit, who's around to care?
“At least I don't smell like a perfume counter threw up on me.”
Ezreal rolls his eyes and puts on his most annoyingly nasally voice, “At least I'm not moping over my booooyyfrrriiieeennd.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Kayn lets go of his controller with one hand just so he can palm Ezreal's face and shove him into the cushions. “You're just as pathetic when Lux isn’t visiting and she won't even date you.”
“Yet!” Ezreal grunts into the cushions as he flails and kicks and tries to sink his teeth into Kayn's palm. “She won't date me yet.”
“Right, what were the terms again, when every other guy on the planet and most of the women and animals are dead?”
Ezreal licks a long stripe up his palm and wriggles away with a huff. “Very funny. I'm waiting to make my move when she moves closer cause she doesn't wanna do distance.”
Which... alright, fine. Kayn supposes he can get that, given his current reason to be definitely not moping.
“Sucks,” he grunts, killing Ezreal's character once again.
“Sucks,” Ezreal agrees as he dies.
this sucks.
He types it into his messages with Phel later that night as he lies in his cold and lonely bed. He showered at least, and changed his sheets even, because it was getting kind of funky and usually Phel is the one to complain about it and remind him that he probably should, but Phel's not here so...
Yeah.
what sucks
you not being here
o lol ya
Kayn watches the little dots appear and disappear again as Aphelios types into his phone from very far away, because he went with Yone and Alune to do this whole producers thing or whatever because the two of them won some award with mixing or... whatever. Something. It's cool, and Kayn is proud of him, and he deserves all the recognition and more... but it still sucks.
too quiet w/o u
yeah. beds cold
bet ur sheets r gross too
Kayn can't help but snort at that one, feeling vindicated for his efforts as he snaps a picture of his clean sheets (and the old ones wadded up on the floor) and sends it to him.
lost that bet
ooo look at u go
He'd send something stupid to tease him about how he doesn't even need Phel here to remind him to do that shit... except that's kinda the exact opposite of the vibe today. And he still changed his sheets cause Phel would've complained, even if he isn't here.
Honestly, what he wants to send is even more stupid. Just gross sappy shit. The awful squirmy shit that makes him want to cringe himself inside out when it shows up in his lyrics. The kind of shit Phel can get away with writing because someone else is singing it – and even that feels like a shitty thing to think because maybe Phel would want to sing it himself but he can't, who fuckin' knows. Still, he wants to say it.
miss you
At least he knows that, as sad and soft as it is. Notorious bad boy Shieda Kayn, laying in bed wishing a boy was there instead of going out partying. They probably wouldn't even be doing anything right now. Maybe just curled up watching that weird vlog series about cryptids they hadn't finished yet – he's pretty sure the season on Mothman was next and that's Phel's favorite.
lol gay. miss u too
The response makes him laugh out loud into the dark of his room, grinning like an idiot as he curls on his side with his phone. Yeah... he is pretty gay.
fuck offfff.
In 2 days when im home ;)
promise?
No, we r never gonna fuck again, sry =/
damn
It's so stupid, how much he likes just these dumb conversations – different from the dumb conversations he has with anyone else. Makes him feel like an idiot teenager all over again, and in two days there'll be a lanky body in his bed, drooling on his pillow and snoring in a raspy little whistle all night. And there'll be a half-awake zombie beside him eating breakfast mid-afternoon, the impenetrable shield of Phel's projected apathy shielding them from any and all judgmental commentary. And a pair of cold feet tucked under him wherever he happens to be sitting.
youre still stuck with me
The dots pop up immediately again, then disappear. Then pop up again, and Kayn can't help but smile imagining the little furrow between Phel's brows when he types.
good.
Yeah. He misses him, but it'll be alright.
love u
love you more
lol no fuck u
They'll be just fine.