Uriel
Insults incoming in 3...2...1
Ottis scrambled to get his phone camera ready. On cue, three phones buzzed in the living room.
Doc was the first to open the message. Zenith was flipping through his notebook thoughtfully, and Bruiser was typing away on the laptop.
He paused to check his phone, though.
His entire face scrunched up in fury. “What the fuck?”
Ottis took a picture. On Doc’s phone, Uriel had posted a message in the alpha chat.
Uriel
Is the gecko still hacking the phone? I know someone who can do it faster.
Ottis clutched his stomach and tried not to laugh. “Oh, burn.”
Doc shook his head. “Sweetheart.” He sounded chiding, but amused. His phone buzzed again.
Uriel
Might be those squinty tired eyes. Bruiser probably needs a million year nap. Can’t win any omegas if you suck, B. I have more omegas on my phone than you do.
Bruiser roared his outrage. Ottis took another photo and sent both to Uriel.
Ottis
[image sent] [image sent]
This is sooooo funny
Uriel
Haha!
Doc’s phone buzzed again.
Bruiser
Shut the hell up. You’re not even contributing.
Uriel
I’ll let you mess up first. Then I’ll come in and fix your mistakes.
“I HATE YOU,” Bruiser roared.
Ottis took a video this time, promptly sending it to Uriel. Doc chuckled quietly against him.
Uriel
HAHAHA. Thanks. That made my day.
They hated each other so much, it was unbelievable.
Then Ottis’ thoughts stuttered.
