You know? After Summer sent her first response to the message she'd gotten from Steeeeeve, she squinted at it a little bit longer, thought about how she probably shouldn't, but also then thought about how it was her birthday, so you know what? Maybe she should.
So she was sending a follow-up, not even aware that not even the first one had gone to the right person, but O H W E L L.
i might need you to send me more picture tho just to make sure
WHAT? IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY SHE WAS ALLOWED TO BE A LITTLE WEIRD ABOUT THINGS RIGHT?
Liliana was still under the impression that 'flang' was a twee way of referring to sex, so her reply to her most recent message was a bit more explicit than usual. Not much! But some.
Darling, I appreciate the compliment, but I'm over 200 years old. Believe me, I've fucked. Whatever 'introduction' you're offering, no matter how thorough you may think it is, is something I've already had, but better, and with men, women, sapient non-humans with genders you've never even heard of.
So the message he got seemed weird but it mentioned brunch which Dean was 100% okay with.
"Look I don't care about drugs. I don't care if you're in drag or not or even if you're just naked. Whatever. If it involves bacon, pancakes and eggs, I'm in! Just tell me where? Is Waffle House showing up again?"
"Sir, it is most inappropriate for you to speak to me of anyone's bits, and I assure you I have no desire to hear anything of your association with the Romantics."
Harley only narrowly avoided knocking the bag off the door as she stumbled out in the morning with Bruce in tow for his/their morning walk. She realized it was there just in time to prevent any catastophe, though, and peered inside with great curiosity - and gave a pleased gasp when she saw the bottle, because that looked tasty, and the bottle was pretty, to boot!
And then she fished out the note.
And looked touched, with the softest little smile, and it was fine because there was no one there to see it.
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~whacky phone day shenaningans~
So she was sending a follow-up, not even aware that not even the first one had gone to the right person, but O H W E L L.
i might need you to send me more picture tho just to make sure
WHAT? IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY SHE WAS ALLOWED TO BE A LITTLE WEIRD ABOUT THINGS RIGHT?
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Darling, I appreciate the compliment, but I'm over 200 years old. Believe me, I've fucked. Whatever 'introduction' you're offering, no matter how thorough you may think it is, is something I've already had, but better, and with men, women, sapient non-humans with genders you've never even heard of.
Wacky Phone Day!
"Look I don't care about drugs. I don't care if you're in drag or not or even if you're just naked. Whatever. If it involves bacon, pancakes and eggs, I'm in! Just tell me where? Is Waffle House showing up again?"
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"Sir, it is most inappropriate for you to speak to me of anyone's bits, and I assure you I have no desire to hear anything of your association with the Romantics."
Yeah, good luck with that one, Harley.
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Inside was a bottle of tequila along with a note which simply read -M.
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And then she fished out the note.
And looked touched, with the softest little smile, and it was fine because there was no one there to see it.