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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 ♥))

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[winds the ribbons around his arms, flipping himself around and lifting himself up] Well, thank you.

Am I supposed to be feeling a combination of aesthetic amazement, deep artistic appreciation, and confused arousal?

[laughs!] Absolutely.

Great! I've got that covered.

[approaching carefully, reaching up to try to cup Mikk's face in his hands. whether he's the right way up or not]

[slides down to allow that, upside down, doing the splits] Hello, beautiful.

Oh.

[kissing him helplessly, just a light touch of his lips against Mikk's]

[kisses him back, gentle]

Can I watch you for a bit?

[breathless]

Of course. I'm just practising.

Everything you do is amazing.

Ah, I'm getting overpraised, but thank you.

Praised exactly enough! Or maybe . . . not enough?

This is a trap.

Oh nooo.

[twining two of the free ribbons around his hands, leaning forward towards Mikk]

Are you coming up?

I'd look like a gangly baby gazelle that got its legs caught in a net, probably.

Granted, that's the normal first stage. And then you fall and get bruises.

[slowly spins]

[he laughs]

I wouldn't . . . mind trying to learn? I'm not sure if I'm strong enough.

We can work on developing your core more first. Without doing any dancing, how do you feel about climbing?

Tentatively curious?

Do you think you could climb a little way? Be honest.

[he strips off his outer sweater in answer, jokingly flexing]

Right now?

If you want to come up here and kiss me.

. . .

[sinks down to his knees, blushing]

Oof. Not with you making my arms and legs all wobbly.

Oh! No, that won't let you climb at all.

[does upside-down splits, ribbons wrapped around his legs]