unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

three.

"huh?!" paul asks, suddenly horrified.

"i'm talking to my cat, soothe your boobs." sibyl laughs, petting her furry friend. "you're not babyboy material, anyway."

"that's very rude."

"you acted as if i just punched your mom in the dick when i said that, you're the rude one." she giggles as her cat curls up on her stomach. "yknow, you sound really familiar, paul. it's probably just someone that i met, that you remind me of."

he tenses up, "oh yeah?"

"mhm, i just can't put my finger on who." she sits and thinks about it for a second, "eh, it was probably someone i waited on at work. i've met a lot of people."

"yeah, that's probably it." he says, messing with the fabric of his blanket. it didn't feel real, hearing her voice. he was used to imagining what she sounded like, reading her messages and figuring out what voice would suit her personality.

her voice was like music to his ears, she just had that affect on people, apparently. "yknow, if you started a podcast people would eat that shit up. you have a nice voice."

she smiles, heat rising to her face. "you have a nice voice too, paul." she says, "i can see it now, the paul and sibyl podcast. no.. sibyl and paul? no. fuck."

he chuckles at her as she rambles, sitting up. "hey sibyl?"

"hm?"

"would you ever be down to meet me? i know it sounds sudden but i really like talking to you. i even consider you a good friend.." he drags off, "god i sound pathetic."

"maybe someday." she says, "i'd definitely be down for that."

his grin returns to his face, "really?"

she giggles, "hold your horses, you sound so excited you're going to explode." she jokes, "just kidding. and yes, really. but don't expect much."

"i don't even know what to expect, really. i've never even imagined what you look like." on the other hand, sibyl would try to figure out a face that matches his personality while she lays in bed at night, but she never could.

and now that she's hearing his voice, she still can't picture it.

is he tall or short? lean or bulky? what color is his hair?

but one thing she knew is that he has to have a nice smile, there's no way he couldn't. she wishes she could see it, but knew that her own insecurities are keeping that from happening.

they've only been speaking to one another for three weeks, roughly, but she knew she was growing attached to him. he was the first person other than gwynne and daniel that didn't get annoyed by her outbursts of energy.

at least, he didn't tell her if it did annoy him.

daniel opens her bedroom door, quickly covering his eyes. "good lord, sibyl! would it kill you to put some goddamn pants on?"

"you barged into my bedroom, cocksuck!" she says back, "knock, perhaps?"

"wear pants, perhaps?"

"do you wanna rumble, asshole?"

"sibyl, who in the hell are you talking to?" paul asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"my dickhead of a brother, danny say hi."

"you're welcome, by the way. for giving you the wrong phone number."

"oh get bent, will you?"

paul smiles listening to her talk to her brother.

"gwynne wants to know what you want from bob's." daniel says, "i'm assuming your usual?"

sibyl nods, "yeah. tell her i'll venmo her for my portion." her brother leaves her room, "sorry you had to hear that."

"that's alright, it was entertaining."

"i just don't know why the fuck she's getting bob's at two am. women are truly confusing."