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Summary:

A glimpse into Dennis and Trinity's text messages that doubles as a barely concealed attempt to explore Trinity's Filipino heritage.

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Chapter 1: Ber

Notes:

ios-style message format was generated using an ao3 code generator by @ireverents on X
here's the link: https://ilya-rozanov.github.io/ao3-workskin-generator/#/ios-message

please have creator's style on! thank you!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

In a surprising turn of events, Dennis found Trinity already awake when he got up to eat a quick breakfast. His roommate, still clad in pajama shorts, was staring at the space in the living room, deep in thought with her hands on her hips.

“Isn't it your day off?” Dennis asked in lieu of greeting. He padded barefoot into the open kitchen. There were already sliced avocados on the countertop, courtesy of one Trinity Santos. All Dennis had to do was toast some bread.

Trinity shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was not a big deal. “Body clock, Huck. I can get more stuff done today anyway.”

She took the other piece of bread Dennis had toasted, mashed some avocado, then spread it evenly. Dennis hummed as he mimicked her actions.

However, with her words, he made an association. He had noticed a couple of taped boxes sitting against the wall earlier. Dennis merely assumed that Trinity was finally tackling their mess of a storage closet— something Dennis never dared to touch nor clean. “Does it have to do with the boxes out in the hallway?”

“Yep.” Trinity did not elaborate further, opting to munch on her breakfast instead. Her gaze returned to the living room space, turning pensive once more. Dennis dusted off the crumbs from his top before slipping on his scrubs for the day in his bedroom.

As he left the room, he paused, seeing Trinity in the middle of transferring the boxes to the living room. Being a good roommate, he offered: “I can help you with that tonight, you know?”

He eyed the numerous boxes, curious about what was inside too.

“Pfft.” She waved him off dismissively. “I got this. It'll be therapeutic.”

He lingered a bit as Trinity sat on the floor to tackle a large box with a pair of scissors, cutting the tape on the box's flaps.

She paused again.

“Don't you have somewhere else to be?”

“Oh,” Dennis looked at his watch, his heart skipping a beat in panic and realization. He grimaced at the time. Even if he left now, the commute would still make him late. “Yeah, I’ll go.”


contact name: trinity

note:

10:23

received:

have u seen my wire cutters?

sent:

Check the cabinet. I organized your toolbox the other day

received:

k tnx

note:

11:07

received:

extension cord

sent:

TV stand

sent:

What do you need it for anyway?

note:

12:51

sent:

What are you doing?

note:

14:04

received:

note:

15:13

sent:

Why is there a Christmas tree in our living room?

received:

bc it's christmas?

sent:

It’s literally still September.

received:

yeah? but it's the ber months

note:

15:47

sent:

What is a ber-month?

received:

the ber months bobo stop asking dumb questions

received:

the months that end with ‘ber’??

sent:

What about it?

received:

means it's christmas time duh

sent:

So we're just ignoring Thanksgiving? Or Halloween??

note:

16:21

received:

maligayang pasko fuckleberry

Notes:

how do we feel about the scrollbar? i can adjust it to one whole container if it's easier to read without one.

Translations:
bobo -> stupid
maligayang pasko -> merry christmas