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[noterminalcalledend]

[One day in Unova, the sky opened up.

And dropped out a muppet of a man in tattered conductor's clothing. He hits the ground amid a crowd and instantly a lot is going on. Some people rushing to help him up, to check for injuries. Some calling the police. Some recording the rip in the sky.

And others recording the man, tweeting out that amazing thing that had just occurred.

holy shit a guy fell out the sky

ITS RAINING MEN?! HALLELUJAH???

I can't believe my theory that Ingo was buried in a landfill has been proven wrong like this #FindIngo #FoundIngo???

@ TrueCrimeRoyals TOLD YOU HE WAS ALIVE DUMBASSES

@ SubwayBossEmmet please see this

@ SubwayBossEmmet YOUR BROTHER WWAS FOUND

Somewhere, Emmet's phone is screaming with notifications and calls]

Comments

[likewinning]

Yes.

[noterminalcalledend]

Well don't they all look stupid now.

[likewinning]

I am still angry.

[noterminalcalledend]

Because they. Essentially killed me?

[likewinning]

They gave up on you. They did not believe me. And now.

[ He stares down at his phone — at his texts. There are a lot of numbers that he doesn't even have as contacts: "You were right!" "sorry bro" "So when are you going to say I told you so" "oh shit you were serious???" ]

I am angry.

[noterminalcalledend]

Now they're apologizing and it feels like its not because they were wrong and hurt you.

But because they want something from us.

[likewinning]

[ He huffs, leaning back. ]

To save face.

[noterminalcalledend]

Well they did a terrible job of it.

All of that and for what? They didn't have anything to gain by killing me.

[likewinning]

Maybe it felt like they finally got to beat me.

[noterminalcalledend]

Turns out it was another great loss.

[likewinning]

I win because I got my brother back.

[ ugh. just. hugging onto again. ]

[noterminalcalledend]

Yes.

They'll be tired of acting sorry sorry. There will always be new distractions.

[biiggg hugs]

[likewinning]

[ presses his face against Ingo's shoulder, going quiet. ]

[noterminalcalledend]

What do you want to do?

[likewinning]

. . . please take my cargo.

[noterminalcalledend]

[taking the phone from him, starting to go through things. sending polite messages, redirecting some to his email, others assurances he will contact them once he has a phoneline reestablished

deleting other messages totally and completely--some things don't deserve responses]

Leave it to me again, Emmet.

[likewinning]

[ He only nods a little, just so overwhelmed and utterly embarrassed. ]

[noterminalcalledend]

[honestly happy to be useful

being legally dead and not being able to do ur own paperwork feels weird and helpless]

We really do need to get new phones soon...

[likewinning]

[ muffled: ]

You could probably do it online through mine. I never cancelled your number.

[noterminalcalledend]

Alright.

[pets Emmet's hair, comfy with his brother close as he does some work]

Our usual brand?

[likewinning]

[ it's just nice to be cloooooose. ]

Yes. You know what I like.

[noterminalcalledend]

[going to order them some new phones real quick with rush shipping, they'll arrive tomorrow. shooting a message to their phone provider to arrange the switchover.

this is comfortable. this is what Ingo is use to. sure right now there's a Lot of extra stuff but. surely that will die down]

Done.

[and then there's the knock for the pizza delivery]

[likewinning]

[ Emmet pushes away from Ingo, sucking in a bit of air and composing himself quickly. He's gotten very used to doing that over the last few years.

and then marches over to the door with a bright smile, massive tip ready for the poor dude with their food. ]

[noterminalcalledend]

[theres so much food]

I can smell it....!!

[likewinning]

Yes, yes, it is here!

[ Once he's paid the guy, he brings the massive pile of food over, then grabs a couple of plates and napkins and a few more sodas before settling back in next to Ingo.