M A D D O X ♤ I Z U M I
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location: Beta House
outfit: X
dialogue color: #4C0000
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location: Beta House
outfit: X
dialogue color: #4C0000
The notification light continued to flash on the upper left hand corner of his phone until he opened and read the messages. Abby would be waiting for him and whichever one of the boys volunteered to go help her with her luggage, so he decided to put off replying to her, pop in to give the guys a quick hello and a welcome to the new additions, and then take off to the Alpha residence. He decided to let Katrina know in case she needed the help as well. A good Beta isn't anything if he isn't a proper gentleman.
To: Miss Kitten
MSG: I hate that I love you, really :P
MSG: If I'm nice and help you move in will you stop sending me these weird songs?
Maddox couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking of all the arguments he and Katrina have had, always over the same thing. He always knew she was right. He needed, or rather still needs to, man up and confront who he is without giving two shits about what others think. Not that he'll be telling her that anytime soon, otherwise the girl will never shut up about it. After skimming over Brooks' message, finding it pointless to reply when he could just answer that in person, Maddox typed out a quick reply to Cornelious. He may not admit it out loud, but he missed the Kappa's company.
To: Corny
MSG: Well, well, Mr. Johnson, if I didn't know any better I'd say ur flirting ;)
MSG: Rain check? I got some business to take care of.
Now there was just one more message left to send. Something he'd thought over a hundred and one times and, after a bloody mental battle and some minor self-therapy, decided he needed to do. His thumb hovered over the name for
a couple of seconds, somewhat thankful that he hadn't deleted the number after all, before tapping on it. Both thumbs picked at the screen with rapid movements, typing out the full message and hitting the send all in one swift move.
To: Arden
MSG: The Roast, 8 o' clock? Just wanna have a talk.
His dark eyes stared at the phone screen for a couple more seconds and then it was slipped into his jacket pocket before regret, or any other bad ideas, made their way into his mind. Leaving everything but his usual charmind smile behind, the Beta quickly stepped out of his car and made his grand entrance through the Beta residence doors. "Home, sweet, home!"