IC contact

[doubleoohbaby]

Bond. Leave a message.

( Texts. Phone calls. Pictures. Video. If you can think of a reason why you'd have Bond's number, go ahead. )

Comments

phone; ._.

[hexappeal]

[Relieved. Sort of.]...you're alright, then?

phone; :\

[doubleoohbaby]

My favourite suit is ruined.

phone; :/

[hexappeal]

I'll get you a new suit, you idiot.

phone; :{

[doubleoohbaby]

Oh.

[He is so tired and bewildered okay.]

I've been trying to get in touch.

phone; :<

[hexappeal]

I... I'm sorry about all the messages. You weren't responding and I tried to locate you but I couldn't. It was like you were being blocked from me. [So, naturally, she assumed the worst.]

phone; :>

[doubleoohbaby]

I tried calling and it just... disconnected. Every time. No matter what phone I used.

I sent a postcard...? [Vaguely hopeful but uh, yeah, he realises she never got it. It'll probably show up in her post tomorrow now, thanks Porter.]

phone; :)

[hexappeal]

I'm sorry for assuming the worst.

[She's sorry for a lot of things, James. She shouldn't have been so paranoid.] I didn't get a postcard. Are you... sure you're okay?

phone; :]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Gruffly;] You can make up for it by picking me up.

phone; :T

[hexappeal]

[A little hurt, instead of the usual offended pissy reaction.] You'll have to tell me where you are first.

phone; :t

[doubleoohbaby]

[Sigh.]

Darling. You don't need to be sorry. You weren't to know and this was all awfully timed.

phone; :F

[hexappeal]

We can continue this conversation after I've come for you, James.

Re: phone; :F

[doubleoohbaby]

Alright. I'm over at [a port of some variety].

1/2

[hexappeal]

I'll be there in--

[hexappeal]

[She shows up not far from him, but quickly spots him and rushes to his side.] -- now. [She leans forward a touch and catches her breath, then looks up at him with a slight smile.] I was worried. You'll tell me about it, won't you?

[doubleoohbaby]

[So many cuddles the second she approaches. He's not hesitating to hold her close.]

It's good to see you, darling.

[hexappeal]

[Honestly a bit unexpected. She quickly realizes that it shouldn't be, however, and responds in kind.]

Worse than you let on, then? It's been about two weeks, you know.

[doubleoohbaby]

It was fine. I'm fine. I'm used to it. I just didn't want you worrying. [Drawing away.]

Not that I thought you would, but still...

[hexappeal]

I was coming to get you. And I was already worried. [She shakes her head.] No, that's a lie. I was scared. That you were dead, that you were pretending to be dead, that you were being tortured, that you'd felt I had boxed you i nor something. And that you needed to be away from me. A million scenarios and I kept trying to find you. Then I stopped trying because you must not have wanted me to find you. Then I didn't care if that was the case, then I did...

[She throws her hands up and lets out a relieved sigh, offering him a reassuring smile.] You get under my skin, you know. But this isn't about me. Do you want me to take you home?

[doubleoohbaby]

[He can't help but chuckle at her little ramble. He'll talk of his adventures later, when he's not tired and hungry.]

Mm, mine or yours, just need a shower. Or a bath might be nice.

[hexappeal]

[She's frustrated, okay? At the very least, she seems to be embarrassed by all of it.]

Yours. [No kids or housemates who are considerate, but still will be concerned. She loops her arm around his and gives it a squeeze.] Emoh.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Once again, the teleport throws him off momentarily, gaining his bearings soon enough after their relocation. Everything in the apartment still seems to be in place, but James can't help but depart from her long enough to check the place out.]

... Where's the cat?

[hexappeal]

[He probably has had a crappy, stressful two weeks. She isn't offended by his departure.]

I brought her to my place after you seemed to have gone off... wherever. [She shuffles along to the kitchen and takes a piece of paper off the fridge and crumples it up with a smile before tossing it out. Just a cute note about how she's worried about him and wondering if he's avoiding her.] I wasn't sure if you were avoiding me or not. She hadn't seemed to have been fed, so...

[doubleoohbaby]

Oh. [That's a relief, he'll admit.] Thank you.

[His apartment feels odd. Unlived in and empty. It's a reminder of the times back home where he's left for weeks and months on end, but even then he usually has his housekeeper.]

[hexappeal]

Anytime.

[He's acting a little weird. His place is a lot more quite than hers, despite hers being much larger. It doesn't really feel lived-in, she supposes. Zatanna comes up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.] Are you okay?

[doubleoohbaby]

[The touch has his shoulders tensing on instinct, although relaxing seconds later. He's too wired, too ready to be shot at, too ready to be found out. Now is the time to put the job (because that's what these last few weeks were to him) behind and focus on the time away from it.]

Fine. Just need a good nights sleep and some good company. [Twisting towards her, a hand lifting to take hers.] Now, about that bath...