pinching the audio message icon as soon as the other’s “which panel” shows up the twenties time in an hour. “On the panel that pops up when you enter.”
“When what the hell I enter?” other’s low irritated voice growled in the reply message.
“Gosh, the conference,” he explained the obvious again, “When you click on a link, it redirects you the cabinet of the conference and suggest you to fix your settings.”
Nicolas listened to a message and went offline. Axel couldn’t help but rub his eyes tiredly and close the app, not willing to open it till the end of the shift.
The working day passed much faster than usual, leaving Axel alone with a sense of something unspeakably bitter on his tongue. Nicolas haven’t answered his since then yet, and he even wanted to type him a stupid “aren’t you mad :p” or something, but, fortunately, thought twice and changed his mind. He just drove to the nearest coffee shop and got them two double cappuccinos. Love to awfully flavored and sugary coffee drinks is the only thing remained the same since they became friend in the secondary school.
Axel found him in the living room, sitting right on the carpet with a laptop on the crossed legs. He was listening to “Bring Me the Horizon” in his earphones, loud enough to Axel to recognize the damn band, and reading something under his breath out of the Word document.
“So, how’s your quiz?” he blurted out, placing paper coffee cups on the nearest table, and Nico looked up at him with a heavy, yet quite peaceful dark-eyed look. He took off the earphones without turning the music off, and Axel stopped himself on the halfway of telling him that’s discharging the battery. Nico hemmed at him, asking to repeat what he just said. “How’s the quiz?”
“I’ll be retaking it.”
“What, why?” Axel made a shocked gasp and Nicolas smirked softly, turning his attention back to the opened document.
“They dropped me off the conference,” he burst out then, and Axel lowered his gaze to his fingers around the paper coffee cup, feeling the tips of his ears burning ruby red.
“You were swearing with the mic on again,” he mumbles without any interrogative intonation in his voice a few moments after, gathering a short chuckle.
“Very fucking much.”
The plan came to his head even earlier, than he started to realize what that bitterness on the tongue was really about, so Axel grabbed his laptop and fell onto the floor next to Nico, making him arch his artistic eyebrows questioningly.
“I’ll create a conference now,” he explained himself with a genuine smile, passing the laptop into other’s hands after a while, “Type your mail.”
“Click on the link,” he continued, when the invitation letter was delivered to other’s laptop. “Here’s the panel, you see.”
Nicolas tensed a bit, following his instructions, and Axel didn’t say a single word until he got known with the whole setting system. He couldn’t hide a slight smile when he finally turn the freaking mic off.
“Now you can swear as much as you want,” Axel cheered, and Nico giggled childishly, typing something into the conference chat.
“Ur latte stinks of a wet dog,” he received, and they burst out laughing.
“That’s supposed to be a ‘sorry silly me’ cappuccino you jerk,” he typed in a response and made the first sip out of the cup, “But tastes of a wet dog either.”
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