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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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Huh.

Were you still doing it when you got yoinked over here?

No. The Phantom Thieves have been disbanded for several months now.

[Makes an irritated noise]

So as soon as shit calms down you get tossed into this place. Fuck paradox space.

[he chuckles]

I was thinking along the same lines, to be honest.

[shakes his head like, jesus. He's turned around stirring the curry so Yusuke can't see his face, but the hand not stirring taps an irritated beat on the counter.]

Sorry. It's so absurdly shitty. Like stealing your lunch money except it's your emotional well-being and sense of stability.

... succinct.

I had grown accustomed to that life, so I had thought I would be able to face whatever excitement another dimension would have in store for me, but... without my friends, I do not feel so confident.

[Dave takes a breath, shoulders kind of hunching.]

... Same. But I guess I'm doing alright.

How do you do it?

I try not to think about it too hard and just like, talk to people and establish interpersonal connections.

[watching him closely]

Like what we are doing now.

[Nervous counter tapping. Does curry need to be stirred this much? Probably not.]

Pretty similar to what we're doing now, yeah.

[makes finger frames and looks at dave through them]

I see...

[Dave's back is still turned so Yusuke can do this weird shit.]

Sorry. If that's weird. I mean I guess it's not weird as a situation but weird in terms of... intentionality and... What I'm doing right now, making it eird by talking too much.

It isn't weird to me.

I would like to draw you.

[turns around holding the dripping curry spoon?!]

What???????????????

I would like to draw you. Ah, be careful--the curry is going to spill.

—Fuck.

[Puts the spoon back in the pot and grabs a paper towel to wipe up the drops on the floor. Kind of mumbling but it's audible.]

Draw me. Like, actually draw me and not render me as a misshapen stick figure? Why?????

You would make an excellent subject for a portrait. I would enjoy capturing your essence in my sketchbook. Ah, if it turns out well, I could transfer it to canvas and paint you.

[Oh, my god, putting a hand over his face a bit.]

Paint me, jegus christ. I guess I don't want to stand in the way of 'art' but I don't know how capturable my essence of talking too much and dick references is going to be.

You might be surprised. It need not be right now, so please think on it.

'K. Curry's done.

Oh, good. I am quite famished.

[YEAH, FOOD]

[Serves it up!! It's probably pretty good Dave's not a bad cook.]

[eats!! he's a little spoiled when it comes to curry but he enjoys it nonetheless]

I must thank you once again. It's delicious.

Thanks. I only really learned to cook once I got here, since mysterious replenishing meat and cheese snacks are even more dubious here than they are normally.