GENERAL OPEN POST/IC INBOX/WHATEVER IDK

[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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[burnination]

[ nope, can't do it.

shit. fine. ]

define 'lay low'.

[saints]

Oh God thank you.

[ Tris hasn't crossed himself in years, he's doing it in triplicate. Making up for lost time? Old habit? He doesn't know. He's just grateful. ]

[saints]

Go to Italy.

Find Dani.

Become a tourist for three days.

Doctor prescribes a new burner cell and vehicle of your choosing when you get there (but nothing too flashy, something in blue).

Your lucky letters are J, Y, and Z. Lucky number is 5.

[saints]

And keep quiet. No guns.

No fights.

No. Broken. Kneecaps.

[saints]

I'll follow up with you in three days.

I'd like to do the reading in person. So I'll meet you.

[burnination]

there is nothing in the vatican i want to see that isn't you or dani

james can make a door for me from here. new burner, fine. i'm in a rental, i'll dump it and lift something else when i get to italy.

something with j, y, z or 5 in the license plate. promise.

[burnination]

i haven't broken a kneecap in at least four days, btw

[burnination]

i'll see you at dani's

stop bleeding in the mean time

[saints]

4 days since our last work-related accident. Joy. I'll make sure to update the sign.

[saints]

Thank you.

And blue. Don't forget blue. Wear a lot of it, please.

You don't have to go near the Vatican. You just need to rest and sleep and go lay on the beach or something for three days.

Hell, stay inside and fuck for all I care, just don't go galavanting around looking for trouble.

[saints]

I care about you.

Stay safe.

[burnination]

thanks, dear, management appreciates it

[burnination]

blue shirt, blue jeans, blue shoelaces, blue gatorade, blue condoms. got it.

[burnination]

ich liebe dich [ easier for him to type in german, but he does still mean it. tris, marco, dani and james are the world to him. ]

take a nap, tristan. i'll be good.

asdfjlaksdfj ;a;

[saints]

Will you?

Please don't lie to me.

[saints]

I'll sleep soon.

I'm tired.

[saints]

I love your dick too, weirdo.






I'll be checking in with Dani to be sure anyways.

[burnination]

i will. promise promise promise. three promises.

[burnination]

do you need someone there?

[burnination]

you make the fatherland weep

if you want. take your nap first.

[saints]

Everything in threes. Good boy.

PS Your fatherland can cry more.

[saints]

I can sleep by myself. Don't make detours. I don't know if that'll change anything.

[saints]

[ no he can't but whatever. ]

[burnination]

see? good already.

no more beer gifts for you

[burnination]

[ he stares at the phone for a while, and honestly, he knows tris. this is the most freaked he's been in a while, not counting (or perhaps, in light of) marco's disappearance. he doesn't like leaving him like this, and the part of max that just wants to mama bear everyone in their circle is fighting the urge to go to tris' place instead.

no. he said no detours. fine. ]

i'm calling.