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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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[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]

[divasterous]

[whining a little, bumping his nose against Mikk's and leaning back, lips parted, cheeks flushed]

Oh—

[ribblerouser]

[nuzzles him]

Want to get down now?

[divasterous]

Please . . .

[that comes out pretty breathless]

[ribblerouser]

All right, easy mistake is letting up on your grip because you're going down. The goal is to go down as slowly as you got up. Easy, right?

[divasterous]

Absolutely not.

[he does lower himself down slowly, though, arms trembling with the strain]

[ribblerouser]

Beautiful, beautiful. [following him down, spotting him]

[divasterous]

[draws in a breath, looking up at him quickly, surprised and a little awed]

[ribblerouser]

Hm...?

[divasterous]

The fact that you think I'm beautiful . . .

[ribblerouser]

It's pretty factual, I think.

[divasterous]

I'll believe you . . .

[ribblerouser]

Ah! That's a good feeling.

[divasterous]

[flusters]

W-what?

[ribblerouser]

Being believed.

[divasterous]

Of course. I trust you . . .

[ribblerouser]

[helps him to the ground, still holding onto the ribbons himself with his legs]

And I hope you feel as beautiful as you are.

[divasterous]

Feeling better about it these days.

[a little breathless]