gorgeous-fiend:

Lestat stormed into the living room, “Louis, is your phone even on?“

Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”

"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do-  see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”

"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.

“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.

Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”

“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.

The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!

“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.

New Message To: Lestat
thanx luv you’re the best ❤

AWWWW such feels! your whore of a mistress omg.

L&L – Average Night in the 21st Century