"David," Raúl said quietly. "David, you can't just sit in the dark like this."
The piece of his mind David was prepared to give Raúl sort of fell out of his mouth once he looked up. Unperturbed, Raúl divested himself of the scarves, webcam-enabled laptop, social media how-to books and life-size cutout of David and then sat down beside the other man.
"You're probably still in shock, I know, but it's never too early to start," Raúl said, flipping open the laptop. He took it out of sleep-mode and booted up some software called...Sockpuppet 1.0?...and then tilted the screen so David could see better. "You need to establish yourself early, so you have a solid base to keep resurfac--"
"What the hell?"
Raúl paused, then sighed. "David. You're not going to the Euros. It's a huge disappointment, but obviously it's just step one of your campaign to stay in the public eye." He muttered something about Barcelona being terrible for David's nonexistent PR skills and Pep not knowing how to whine even if his principles allowed it. "Now, you have to galvanize your fanbase to constantly bring up your absence so you're not forgotten and you stay at the forefront of..."
As the other man rattled on about balancing the fanatic antics with press backlash to the initial backlash, David slowly realized that he, too, had finally, truly joined them. The legends of Spain. He wondered if it was too late to transfer back to Gijón.
The piece of his mind David was prepared to give Raúl sort of fell out of his mouth once he looked up. Unperturbed, Raúl divested himself of the scarves, webcam-enabled laptop, social media how-to books and life-size cutout of David and then sat down beside the other man.
"You're probably still in shock, I know, but it's never too early to start," Raúl said, flipping open the laptop. He took it out of sleep-mode and booted up some software called...Sockpuppet 1.0?...and then tilted the screen so David could see better. "You need to establish yourself early, so you have a solid base to keep resurfac--"
"What the hell?"
Raúl paused, then sighed. "David. You're not going to the Euros. It's a huge disappointment, but obviously it's just step one of your campaign to stay in the public eye." He muttered something about Barcelona being terrible for David's nonexistent PR skills and Pep not knowing how to whine even if his principles allowed it. "Now, you have to galvanize your fanbase to constantly bring up your absence so you're not forgotten and you stay at the forefront of..."
As the other man rattled on about balancing the fanatic antics with press backlash to the initial backlash, David slowly realized that he, too, had finally, truly joined them. The legends of Spain. He wondered if it was too late to transfer back to Gijón.
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