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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]

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]

[ribblerouser]

I'm glad to hear that. Should I come down?

[divasterous]

You can do whatever you want?

[ribblerouser]

Opinion?

[divasterous]

I don't know what the other options are?

[ribblerouser]

I continue hanging from here; it's a binary.

[divasterous]

[just laughs, leaning up to kiss him again lightly]

[ribblerouser]

[kisses back, swaying against him softly]

[divasterous]

[the answer is: I want to make out with you while you're upside down because it's kinda exciting?]

[ribblerouser]

[slides a hand down his front, casually holding onto his belt loops. Hi.]

[divasterous]

[makes a muffled noise of surprise, smiling against his mouth]

[ribblerouser]

[grins back, upside-down] I'm getting ideas. Are you?

[divasterous]

. . .

I. I am n-now!?

[ribblerouser]

Of course, we don't have to. I mean, it's probably dangerous.

[beams at]

[divasterous]

I trust you?!

[ribblerouser]

I'm pretty sure I won't accidentally let go.

[lowers himself a little, kissing Vasily's neck]

[divasterous]

[breathless, tilting his head back]

I could . . . catch you.