The message was,Where r u let’s go
Which clarified absolutely nothing.
“I could be a good person,” Gage mused, “but evil’s going to win today.”
He typed a response while cackling.
Me:Am I late?
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Gage! Do you normally mess with people when it’s a wrong number?”
“It’s about fifty-fifty,” he admitted, smile impervious to chastisement. “Depends on how stressed I am or if I’m in the mood to prank someone.”
I’d seen hints of this behavior, heard Asher relay a story at DnD of how Gage pranked people, but I’d not seen it. Was it a matter of comfort, that he trusted me enough now to relax and be naughty, or was it timing that had given him the right opportunity?
Either way, I felt delighted to see him in action. In fact, I was going to get in on this!
Bubbles from four different people typing popped up before someone’s message beat the rest:YES MOVE
Gage hesitated for a second.
“Type: What was today again?” I suggested.
The cackle was back as he typed.
Bubbles fiercely popped up before several responses filtered through.
1:You planned this!
2:And paid for half of it!
3:Why u like this u drunk bro
“Oooh, plot thickens.” Gage typed quickly.
Me:I thought that was next week?
I hung off his shoulder at this point, trying to keep my snickering down. This man was such a troll. I loved it.
More bubbles, and I could practically feel the frustration building from the texters.
4:we can’t get in without you!
I took phone to typeIn? In where?
4:THE FUCKING AIRPORT WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE
Me:Not there getting dinner
4:I told you we’d meet you at the doors at 6 sharp!!!!
Gage took the phone back to type:U did?
4:DON’T FUCK WITH ME DAMMIT
Me:It’s fine, right now I have two drugs in my system, so I’m happy to ride in the trunk. Let’s just drive
I busted up laughing, trying to muffle the sound against Gage’s shoulder, but then he started chortling and we set each other off again. My stomach was going to cramp if I kept laughing like this, but messing with them was too much fun and I didn’t want to stop.
