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[ghostfromthemachine]

WHAT texting misfires
WHERE all the heck over
WHEN 92

[ it sure is convenient just getting a cell phone handed to you when you move in, right? modern technology is great. a bunch of you have probably made some attempt to learn how the thing works (if you didn't know already) and have made all sorts of friends you keep in touch with, so the sound of an incoming text message shouldn't be all that surprising... except a quick glance shows it's from a number you don't recognize at all. huh?!

as for the people who haven't bothered messing with it at all... well, sucks to be you! those of you in that category had better learn at least how to silence it, and fast. there are a lot of texts coming in, for some reason... ]

((LET'S HAVE SOME GOOD OL' WHOLESOME TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT SHENANIGANS FRIENDS. grab texts wholesale from the website, edit them, come up with your own, it's all good. feel free to put up multiple options too? follow your heart ♥))

Comments

[divasterous]

She's so cute!

[coldhand]

She is. You see why I had to bring her home.

[divasterous]

It seems like you're both in good hands.

[coldhand]

Yeah? You mean Steve?

[divasterous]

I do.

[coldhand]

Yeah. We got lucky that way.

[glancing away, hiding a smile]

[divasterous]

[grinning]

Where do we want to eat? Probably somewhere up out of reach, huh?

[coldhand]

Kitchen counter? It's clean and out of the way, if you don't mind standing.

[divasterous]

Sounds good to me.

[extracting himself from puppy and going to wash his hands]

[coldhand]

[following, setting the lunch bag down on the table and getting out some plates]

You know, you could have just come by. I wasn't going to make you do anything for me to see her.

Good for her to meet more people.

[divasterous]

Oh—I know I didn't have to. I just . . . wanted to?

[coldhand]

Not like I'm complaining, either. Just saying.

[divasterous]

I'd like—to be friends? If that's . . . okay.

[coldhand]

Of course it's okay. If you want...

[divasterous]

I do. And not just for Steve's sake.

[coldhand]

I didn't make that good of an impression, did I?

[divasterous]

[blushes, looking startled, a little confused]

What?

[coldhand]

Just mean... I'm not sure why, I guess.

[divasterous]

Why . . . I want to be friends?

[coldhand]

Yeah. It's just... don't think anyone's wanted to be my friend since forty-five.

[divasterous]

Well. Correct me if I'm wrong. But under the circumstances, it'd probably be hard?

[coldhand]

That's kind of the point, yeah.

[divasterous]

I mean. I can relate. Being alone.

[coldhand]

I didn't... I didn't mean to dig up anything.

[divasterous]

. . .!

[waves a hand in front of his face. smiling again!?]

Sorry! I forgot—no, it's fine! It's fine, it's fine!