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Text - Elsa + Scott
Scott: Dunno. Is it used and does he expect you to tell him how it works?
Elsa: Ew no, it's still in the box.
Elsa: Do guys think sex toys are a friendly gift? Do they not realize it renders them obsolete? So many questions...
Text - Elsa + Open
Scott: That's horrible and concerning
Scott: I admire it
Elsa: He was always a little off
Elsa: Should I keep it or send it back?
Text - Elsa + Liz
Liz: Then it's either 'go fuck yourself' or 'I want to fuck you.'
Elsa: Well, he never liked my ex.
Elsa: Maybe there was a reason.
Elsa: I guess I'll keep it.
Text - Elsa + Liz
Liz: Sure sounds like he's trying to send you a message. What did the card say anyway?
Liz: Depends. Does it look clean?
Elsa: Said he missed having me around and that he hoped I was well.
Elsa: It's still in the box so I'd say so.
Text - Elsa + Liz
Liz: You sure you haven't done anything to piss him off lately?
Liz: Intentionally or unintentionally?
Liz: ...So...are you going to use it?
Elsa: I mean, I left London which made our work a little difficult.
Elsa: ...should I use it? is that weird?
Text - Elsa + Liz
Liz: Maybe it's just me but it sure sounds like he's trying to tell you to 'go fuck yourself'.
Elsa: I hadn't even thought of that, honestly.
Elsa: I just figured it was a mistake but I didn't think he was one to hold a grudge
Elsa: I'm sure it was meant for someone else
Text - Elsa + Open
Elsa: So I checked my mail this morning and saw a gift from a business associate from London
Elsa: Maybe it was a mistake but...
Elsa: He sent me a dildo? The card was lovely, though.
✉ || TRIPP ⇄ ELSA
Tripp: I miss the days of terrible pick up lines. Giving and receiving. Such a lost art nowadays.
Elsa: I'll be honest, I don't really need pick up lines.
Elsa: But what's your favorite one?
arlandcranex:
“Well, it’s up to you.” he motioned towards the box, “There’s a California Club here with some fries or a turkey ranch wrap with fruit.”
“I’ll have the turkey wrap if you don’t mind.” Elsa smiled, reaching into the box and retrieving the paper covered wrap before carefully peeling back the paper and foil. “You have no clue how much I needed this, thank you. So what’s up?” She asked with genuine interest, grabbing the little container of fruit and spearing a piece of pineapple with her fork.
Texts | Jared + Elsa
Jared: I had to be in the same room as him for another hour.
Jared: I still win.
Elsa: They were very expensive Louboutins and I'll miss them
Elsa: Isn't your job...to not throw books at the kids?
Elsa: I need the full story
jamestcwnsend:
James waited patiently for her to savor the food he’d offered her, nodding his head at the compliment, “Great, okay… okay…” before answering he was scribbling in his notepad, “That’s uh, chicken and sausage cajun jambalaya.” he explained, “I try to avoid mixing protein but this time it came out really good, I think.”
“Well, if you still want to avoid it can I suggest maybe using chicken sausage instead of chicken and sausage?” Elsa shrugged, taking a delicate sip of her water, “I’m no expert, though, so it’s just an idea.”
Texts | Jared + Elsa
Jared: I almost threw a book at a kid today
Jared: that's how my day is going. How about yours
Elsa: My heel broke in the middle of a presentation
Elsa: I win
“Okay do me a favor, taste this for me? I tried something different”
Elsa glanced at the dish skeptically for a moment before picking up her fork and digging in, helping herself to a decent bite of the food. “Hmm,” She chewed thoughtfully, considering the taste, “It’s great, what is it?”
“ — Okay, I’m sorry I’m late, but I brought lunch so that’s something, right?”
“Lunch! What did you bring?” She was starving, having left for work early that morning and without breakfast or even a cup of coffee.
“No, yeah, I’m just really tired. Sorry I’m not a ton of fun tonight,” he assured, not completely lying. His emotions oftentimes just came out as exhaustion; exhaustion so real he couldn’t even manage the fake smile in the moment.
“No, it’s okay.” Elsa reassured, brown wrinkling in concern. Something was off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Anything you wanna talk about?”
“Don’t look now, but I think you have somebody following you. Is it a fan, stalker, or just a random coincidence they’ve taken the last five turns with us?”
“You worry too much,” Elsa scoffed, not even bothering to look over her shoulder, “You’ve got to loosen up, babe.”
