"Hello? Hello Hello?" ("Purple Guy x Phone Guy")

[3] The two

Bright, very bright morning. Way too bright. Vincent need to change his curtains to something that didn't show so much light. Talking about Vincent, the male had groaned in annoyance.

"Stupid Sun... Stupid Curtains..." Vincent grumbled.

It was currently 5am, Mike and Jeremy were still doing work. Jesus. It made Vincent thought about that, how were the two doing? All Vincent knew was that it wasn't gonna go great. Vincent got up from his bed, only wearing boxers. In winter. I swear something was wrong with the guy. He moved the messy knots called his hair our of his face and just went to the bathroom. Stood there, and just stared at the mirror. Purple, purple was what the male just saw. He stared into his soulless pure eyes, and did nothing.

'... Why am I like this?'

That's all the male ever thought about in the bathroom. Soon enough he began to brush out the knots in his hair. He had to take his hairband out first. Yes. This man sleeps with his hairband in, and then moves alot in his sleep. He grumbled as he brushed his hair. It's been a few minutes, and he finally finished brushing his hair. Fluffy and gorgeous. Perfect. He finger gunned his reflection with a smirk before leaving the bathroom. This morning was going good so far, which was a surprise. Mornings usually sucked. Well actually, not usually... Always. It always sucked. Who would wake up this early?

It was 2am, and Phone guy was awake. The male had slowly gotten. Up, and stretched his ass off. It was early, but that was normal. Before the sun even rises up, Phone guy was already on his feet. His mental clock was way way too early, but it's always been like that. If he had eyes, they would be hanging some heavy eye bags... Heh.... Eh. Anyways, Phone guy was actually currently, at 5:15am, was at his wooden desk in his room... And was doing paper works. Believe it or not, that male would actually rather be doing work instead of sleeping. Weird right? Tho it was normal. Words of words ran through his mind like a race while he was writing stuff down. He should be an author because of this.

"Phone Guy" Vincent gasped, sitting on the couch.

That's right! Phone guy! That guy Vincent was very very very curious about. Tho that was normal for anyone he met... Tho it was more creepier, this tho... This was unusual. He was genuinely actually curious, and rather friendly. There were reasons why, like the fact... He... Didn't really have any... Actual buds. Like. Friends. Mike and Jeremy, they were just... Co-workers he talked to, quite a fair bit. The closest thing he had as a friend was Mike, and they were frenemies... More on the enemies side though. Vincent had just thought about the male while blankly staring at the TV.

Such formality the male had, quite a good skill for an employee. Very hardworking the guy seems. Hold on, did Phone guy actually like the male? Not like in a romantic way of course! Vincent knew that would never happen, no way. He hasn't been with someone in years, he hasn't been laid in like... Forever. Literally. He was a ladies man back in the days... Now... It's horrible. But like, did Phone think good of Vincent. Did he want to be friends? Maybe! That would be great! But probably not... He did keep moving the male away from him. He was just in his conscious, not hearing the beeping that was coming from his kitchen, specifically where his waffle maker was. It only got his attention when the smoke started filling up his house.

The male cussed under his breath as he ran to the kitchen, such luck. He went to his waffles and room them out. Black. Black.

"... Perfect" Vincent said as be drooled a bit.

".... Does this make sense?" Phone guy mumbled under his breath as he stared at it.

It was in a formal like format, but it just seemed normal to Phone guy... If anything, it seemed a bit... Casual.