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Busy as he usually was, Warriors was not someone who reliably picked up his phone right when he was called, so Twilight found himself rather shocked when his friend’s voice greeted him in confusion after only a few rings.
“Hello?” There was a loud shuffling sound that made Twilight flinch away from his phone before carefully bringing it back to his ear and turning the volume down a little. “Twi?”
“War,” he croaked out, groaning as he slid down the wall until he hit the floor. “War, I need you t’ come get me.”
“What’s wrong??” His roommate asked, voice crackling through the speaker. “Are you okay?”
“So y’know how I ordered a new pair of docs?” He started with a sigh, not at all surprised when he was met with obnoxious laughter. “‘Cause mine ‘r older ‘n my nephew?”
“Don’t tell me you wore the new ones knowing full well you’re on campus for seven hours today.”
Twilight crossed his free arm over his chest and drew his aching feet closer to himself so he could alleviate some of the pressure on his poor heels. His old pair had been so worn down they were practically clinging to life, so he’d decided to buy new ones for the first time in years and he hadn’t remembered the process of breaking them in being so painful. He’d stupidly decided to wear them on a day he knew he had to walk across campus at least twice, knowing one way was just over a mile, and he’d gotten most of the way to his first class before the realization that he was not going to make it through the day hit him in the face. His heels had been rubbed raw, and the market in his building was fresh out of bandaids for him to buy so he could provide a little extra padding between the evil boots and his poor skin.
His silence was answer enough to his roommate’s ‘question’, and his frown only deepened the more he listened to Warriors’s giggling.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his friend sighed, “how are your heels?”
“Prob’ly bleedin’,” Twilight huffed. They’d been close to it when he last looked at them before he’d shoved paper towels in his boots, and that was an hour ago. It wouldn’t surprise him if they were full on bleeding now. “‘M dyin’, Warren, don’t make fun ‘a me.”
There was a snort from the other side of the phone. “You did it to yourself, bro.”
He tried to ignore the way people were definitely staring at him as they walked by. There were several empty tables and benches just a short way away, but Twilight’s feet and heels had been hurting him so badly he’d just collapsed to the ground where he was, and if he had it his way he wouldn’t be leaving for a long while.
“I can’t come get you,” Warriors said after a moment, sounding much more genuine and apologetic. “I’d love to, but I can’t leave class I have an evaluation.”
Twilight groaned and let his head fall back and smack into the brick behind him.
“I’m sorry,” his friend told him. “If I can, I’ll try to drop you off a pair of shoes if I have time to run home before auditions. Might be able to skip dinner.”
He immediately felt guilty. “No, it’s okay. I’ll manage.”
It was wrong of him to call and complain to his roommate as if Warriors wasn’t busy with class, and as if Twilight alone wasn’t to blame for his own predicament.
“Do you have anyone else who could maybe just pick you up and take you to the apartment before your next class?”
Twilight let out a deep breath. “No. Only people I can think of ‘r Ledge and Midna, an’ Legend has class an’ Midna is… busy.”
He would never admit to Warriors he was too scared to call Midna for help because she would most definitely make fun of him and he would be too busy blushing and tripping over his words, unable to form a sentence to defend himself. He would rather permanently ruin his feet than look stupid in front of her.
“Sunny?” His friend suggested.
“War, everyone’s got class righ’ now.”
“Right…” Warriors grumbled. “Wait, wait then why’d you call me??”
“‘Cause you ain’t always in class!” He whined, rubbing his hand down his face. “I always check yer instagram or tiktok in the middle of th’ day an’ find you doin’ weird shit, I don’t know yer new schedule yet an’ I thought maybe you were off. I dunno.”
“Twi, I film most of that stuff with you and then just post it later because the algorithm likes when I post at lunch,” his friend sighed. “Some of those pictures on insta have you in them.”
“Oh…”
He could practically see Warriors roll his eyes and grin at him. He knew if his friend were here with him he’d probably flick him in the forehead.
“Is there really no one who can help you?”
“Guess not,” Twilight muttered, “but that’s alright.”
“Are you sure?” Warriors asked.
“I’m bein’ dramatic,” he sighed, pain flashing through his heels at just the thought of getting up and continuing on with his day. “I’ll be fine. Needed someone to just yap at, thanks for lettin’ me complain. I’ll live.”
His friend laughed, but he could hear a bit of worry in his voice. “Alright. Call me if you can’t get off the floor.”
“Sky would be nicer to me,” Twilight teased. “I’ll call him.”
“Sky can’t drive you home,” Warriors pointed out. “All he can do is hold your hand while you cry and walk yourself back.”
“Yeah, an’ he’s still nicer about it.”
He hung up when his roommate started cackling, smiling to himself as he shook his head. Even if his friend hadn’t been much actual help and had spent most of the time laughing at him, it’d made Twilight feel just a little less miserable.