Stuck

cantyouhearmyvoice

Reading Allen’s text, Lavi couldn’t help but smirk. He could almost
hear his flatmate’s tired voice asking him that question. In the few
months since they moved in together, he’s heard it a lot already. That
guy had the patience of a saint. And Lavi never had enough of testing
it.

To: Beansprout
Got myself into a pickle. Can you go to the basement?

Lavi squeezed the phone in his hand, trying to steady his breathing
as he waited for a reply. With every breath, the window frame was
digging painfully into his chest. Lavi rested his head on his fist and
peered at the phone. The shine of the screen was almost blinding in the
dark basement, making him squint. A couple minutes later, the phone
finally buzzed.

The Basement? Allen wondered what Lavi could have done in the basement at this time of night. With a sigh, he slipped his feet into his slippers and started heading downstairs.

To: StupidLavi

On my way. Whats in the basement?

He hoped it wasn’t something stupid, like Lavi needed him to fetch something but was too lazy to do it himself.