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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 ♥))

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[ribblerouser]

I mean, I'm not going to lie.

[divasterous]

[he laughs, standing up and eying the ribbons thoughtfully. he gets a good grip, tentatively pulling himself up a few inches and . . . spinning around, slowly, holding on]

This isn't faiiiir.

[ribblerouser]

Isn't it? You seem to be enjoying it. Still, don't do anything that feels unsafe.

[divasterous]

I'm not worried about wounding my body, only my pride.

[ribblerouser]

Don't have your pride hurt if you don't do perfectly at something the first time you do it, all right? [swings a little]

[divasterous]

[he laughs]

I guess . . . ♥

[ribblerouser]

[unwinds, then transfers to Vasily's ribbon, higher up]

Keep in mind I'm five hundred? But everyone starts somewhere. And I think that's wonderful?

[divasterous]

I want to learn . . .

[ribblerouser]

I know. So we're going to keep working. Move up another little bit?

[divasterous]

. . .

[pulls himself up more, looking up at Mikk]

[ribblerouser]

You're doing great, beautiful. If you need support, wrap the ribbon around your wrists first. The ribbon can help hold you up.

[divasterous]

[relaxes into a helpless smile]

[ribblerouser]

[beams back, so charmed] Doing okay?

[divasterous]

A born natural, obviously!

[scoots up a little higher]

[ribblerouser]

You seem to be. Very good, very good. How does it feel?

[divasterous]

Honestly, my arms kind of hurt.

[ribblerouser]

All right, good boy. One more handhold up and you can kiss me.

[divasterous]

[he slips a little, going pink]

Oh!

[ribblerouser]

Wrap the ribbon around your forearms between each one.

[divasterous]

[stares up at him for a moment, then obeys, hauling himself up closer]

[ribblerouser]

[kisses him upside down, soft]

[divasterous]

[. . . lets out a soft squeak against his mouth, lips moving gently]

[ribblerouser]

[takes hold of the ribbon under his arms so he doesn't slip while they kiss]

[divasterous]

[. . . kissing a little harder, letting out a breathless noise, needy]

[ribblerouser]

[firm, but sort of soft at the same time, tender]