Mischa's camera was pointed up to the ceiling, whilst noels was blackness as it was hidden in his bedcovers whilst he cleaned the ruined makeup from his face.
"hello noel." Noel stopped. he hung up the phone, still not having said a word.
Misch<3
поет🥀: ill be back soon i just heard my friends voice and i think hes outside ill brb
Misch<3: okay
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mischa laughed at his phone.
he said that into his phone, and no, he wasn't outside noel's house.
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Misch<3: u ok??
поет🥀: no i think my friend talked and ran oof
Misch<3: oh kk
Misch<3: can u call baxk??
поет🥀: sure
Misch<3: 😎
Misch<3: i wanna hear ur beautoyfk vouce
поет🥀: k
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"so.." a voice from mischa's end of the phone echoed, a very false american accent attempt came through, "how are you?"
Noel laughed slightly. Not a proper laugh; there was no real humour to it. It was shallow; meaningless.
"pretty shitty... what happened to your accent?"
"uh.. it died?" the american was still there as he spoke, emphasising letters that shouldn't be, and messing it up entirely.
"it died..?" noel repeated
"mhm"
"you don't have to fake your accent you know, i already know you're ukranian, my cru-friend is ukranian and i used to speak to him like every day so its not like im gonna judge you."
"no but you will kill me"
"why?"
the accent was dropped as mischa spoke properly.
"because uh.. hello noel?"
"....."
"noel?"
Call disconnected.
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Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)
Humorthey're online besties, noone knows eachother. Mischa gets added by constance and from there who knows what happens.. cover by me :)
