Little Talks

Four

Fourth Call

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Ring ring.

"Hey, Rooney."

"Hey, Veggi- WAIT. How did you know it was me?"

"You call around the same time every day."

"Hmm... Touché, señor."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You didn't tell me what you liked."

"Pardon?" Harry frowned.

"What you're into, what makes you tick, Y'know, how I like superheros and destined to marry every single one of the Avengers."

"All of them?"

"Well... Maybe not Hawkeye, but definitely everyone else."

Harry huffed a laugh. "Do you really wanna know?"

"Sure I do, Veggie Boy. Spill the beans!"

"Okay... Well um... It's kinda embarrassing."

Rooney groaned. "C'mon Veg! Just tell me. I won't laugh, I swear."

"You swear?"

"On Martian Manhunter's grave."

"Okay, well... I'm really into Disney movies. And not the normal ones, the musicals."

"...You're serious."

"As a funeral."

Rooney snorted, clearing stifling a laugh. "No way!"

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not! I'm not! Just... does that mean you like Frozen?"

"With a dying passion."

"Enchanted?"

"I know every line."

"Wow."

"Yup."

"Now that's more impressive than embarrassing."

"Well you'd be the first to think that."

"Tell me something else."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, something interesting about yourself."

Harry blinked, he had never been asked about himself before. "I'm not all that interesting, believe me."

"Well what about your job? Tell me what you like about it."

"Er, well, it's cool being able to help people, I guess. Y'know people that are actually having a rough time and aren't just calling to get out of homework."

"You wound me, Señor Veggie Boy. I don't just call to get out of homework!"

"Really?"

"Yup! I call because I like talking to you too."

Despite himself, his cheeks got a little warm. "You do?"

"You betcha, Sherlock! You're totally not boring."

Harry smiled. "Thanks, Roon."

"No problemo."

A pause.

Rooney again. "Did you save some lives today?"

"Nah, not really. Most of the calls here are pranksters that think they're freaking hilarious. One guy confided in me that he was a chronic masturbator and did the do while thinking about his little sister."

"Gross. Why are boys so immature these days?"

"You're telling me."

"You don't seem that immature though, y'know, minus the Disney musical fetish."

"I'm going to take every backhanded comment you throw at me as a compliment."

"What ever floats your banana boat, Veg."

He rolled his eyes again. "Right."

"Welp, this History essay isn't gonna finsh itself. Know anything about the Vietnam War?"

"Not really."

"Well then I'm screwed, looks like I'll be up for a while copying and pasting stuff from Wikipedia."

"That's so unethical."

"Hey, I'm using my resources. Not all of us are closet Disney musical lover braniacs."

"Uh-huh, sure. Good night, Roon."

"See ya, Veg."

Click.

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