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@gabriellehaswell
No point in going home this weekend. Someone should take me out, just saying.
Good to know. I don’t fuck up too much ‘cause I’m me, but when I do, I swear I don’t mean too. I’d never sabotage the team or anything.
That’s pretty shitty then. Guess I’ll settle for your one phone call being made to me, then. Hm. Seems a bit extreme, but I bet they’d be totally hot while guarding the dungeon, even if they would look like pancakes. Shutting up might actually be an impossible thing for me, but I can try.
Hey, I’ll take that. It could be worse. I know that. Nobody can have better boobs than you.
You are so damn full of yourself. But good to know as well, love.
It is. Can't do the passionate kissing through the bars like they do in movies. You do know that the one phone call thing is a myth, right? You can actually make more than that. I mean what if the dude you were trying to make that phone call to was in the shower at the time or something. I'd totally call you first, though. So now you're thinking of my moms as hot pancakes. Sometimes I worry about you.
It could be much worse. You've got some above average moobs goin' on there, though, so congratulations. You would think so. It's totally true though. Any chance you wanna see them anytime soon?
Text // Babby
Benny: So that means I might get like what, five of 'em?
Benny: If you can think of a plausible way to kidnap Dad, go for it, cause i'm sure he'd be happy. Ugh, don't get me started on Pops and fashion stuff. Last time I came home he tried to get me in like six different outfits for going out to dinner. It was insane.
Benny: So any idea what your moms want to talk to you about?
Gabby: It's cute how you know me so well. You'll get more if you're fast enough ^^
Gabby: We can think of something. We always do. Were they cute outfits? Sequined jackets and a polka-dotted bowtie, perhaps? Please tell me you have pictures.
Gabby: Not a clue. And frankly, I can wait. Important talks with those two are just...I mean it's a waste of time to try and predict what topic they're gonna throw at me. It could range from "Gabrielle, fuck who you want and fuck who you like" to "Don't you ever hold back from telling someone that you love them", or even Burger King propaganda. I don't even know.
Is this sorta like baseball? Three strikes and I’m out?
Depends on how long you’d be put in there and if I’d be allowed to come and visit you. Nah, I date you for you. Fine. No encouraging. Oh, hey. My boobs. What do you think of them?
That's exactly how it is. But there are still a bunch of innings; plenty of room for you to fuck up and still be in the game <3
No visitation in the dungeon. That's the rule. I don't know how long I'd be put in there for squishing my mothers flat, but I'm guessing I'd be in there all the way through college. Aw, shut up, you <3 Good boy.
Your boobs are about an 8.5. They're not better than mine but they'll do.
Text // Babby
Benny: Well if you're gonna ask like that, how can I say no? :)
Benny: One condition- your moms CANNOT let Pops know I'm coming home. Because if he finds out I'm there, he's going to shove me in something fancy and make me go to one of the shows with him.
Benny: Actually don't tell my Dad either. Because he might actually let Pops do that so he doesn't have to sulk by the food table all alone.
Gabby: I'm gonna throw in 50-piece chicken McNuggets on me because you're the bestest ever.
Gabby: It's funny because you seem to think that I can control what those two say. But I'll do my best. Uncle Kurt though. Passion for fashion. We should kidnap Uncle Shay so he doesn't have to endure that. Kind of like what I do with Mom when Mama is having one of her moments.
Text // Babby
Benny: Wasn't planning on it. Fashion Weekend=I'm staying as far away as humanly possible. Why?
Gabby: Dammit. The mothers are summoning me for whatever reason and it might involve fun things and all. But apparently it's important so pweeeeeease save me from nearly 5 hours in the same vehicle as Mia and take me? I'll buy you a week's supply of popcorn and only eat like, a bit more than half. I promise. And you can camp out at our place :3
Tina & Gab || Texts
Mama Llama: Hate to be the overly attached parent, but I sure miss my Lady Gaga tonight. Mom too but she's not gonna admit it(^ω^)Plus she's not talking to me tonight and I had to do dungeon time. Long story. You coming home this weekend?
Gab: Heyyyyy. Miss you too. I'm not even gonna ask. At least try to behave? I don't know. Auntie Cami wants to have dinner with us on Saturday, apparently, and Piper might go for Fashion Week or something, but Mia is going with her and how about no.
Mama Llama: I could try but I won't because that's boring. Let me rephrase that. Please come home this weekend? We've got stuff to catch up on.
Mama Llama: ...slightly important stuff (⌒▽⌒ゞ
Gab: ...Mama...
Mama Llama: It's nothing bad!! I promise. Just come, okay? Or we'll have to drive up there and embarrass you and all.
Gab: Oh god no don't do that. I'll see if I can hitch a ride with Benny or something.
Mama Llama: Good girl. G'night, Gaga. Hi to Mia for me.
Gab: No. Nightnight
Text: Mabby
Mia: ... Do you seriously believe that? I ... wow.. I have no words. You accept mediocrity?
Mia: Such a charity does exist. It's called What Not To Wear. Don't be such an imbecile. Maybe I will because then maybe you'll actually be worthy of my brother. Expensive taste just gives someone more opportunity to look less like trailer trash. You're right though, doesn't mean they have style. Luckily I do have style.
Gab: Mia. It's not called mediocrity. It's called reality. A 3 year old can't be expected to do Calculus. And when he learns how to count to ten, he feels all smart and accomplished, but if you put it into perspective, it's not as fucking spectacular as he might think. Let's not forget that I have a psychologist for a parent, yeah.
Gab: You sure didn't say that name earlier x] I will be as imbecilic as I want, thank you. Honey, have you heard of knockoffs? Trailer trash be walking around with their own Louis Vuittons these days, and most of the general public can't even tell the difference. The way I see it, when you wear shit that can't be duplicated in a Chinese sweat shop, you can say that you've got style.
Gab: Also, since you clearly weren't aware, Theo doesn't care about what I'm wearing, really; he's more concerned with what I don't wear ;)
Mia and I are going to head back to the city this Sunday and possibly miss a few classes on Monday. Would you like to accompany us?
...Uuuuhhh...let me get back to you on that. Again, I'll just tag along if ever. Not sure I want to miss lacrosse on Monday and all.
I could try and arrange to have a ticket for you if a chance comes up. My favorite show would have to be the Valentino and Alexander Wang ones though
Let me know ^^ I've been largely ignorant of brand name fashions but I'm willing to dabble.
Hey now. They’re nice ladies. I even got them to do my math work.
Damn. You could step on your moms with ease. They’d still be hot when they’re all squished, I bet.
Good on you. I wouldn't do that shit for you, so you're excused with a warning.
Do you WANT me to get thrown into the dungeon? Y'know sometimes I wonder if you just date me for my moms. They are a pair of cougars enough as it is; don't encourage them.
Text: Mabby
Mia: Always. It's the only way I'm able to have an intellectual conversation... especially with you as a roommate.
Mia: Oh I'll try but knowing your lack of ability to be humorous I'll probably forget again. Yes they were ugly, I would never wear them. I was looking for them so I could donate them to the-help-the-poor-unfortunate-souls charity. The charity that helps those with no style. I should give them your name. Simple. He sewed all of it together. I have to say it still looks hideous either way.
Gab: Woman, you gotta chill the fuck out. You're like, 18. The most intellectual thing either of us is capable of spouting at this point is like, a Florence + The Machine song. I just happen to be able to accept that fact.
Gab: I believe in you. Do you intend to throw them into the ocean then because I'm pretty sure a charity with that name only exists where The Little Mermaid lives. And down there, they don't have feet, unless you forgot. So fugly stilettos will be useless, but you're welcome to give them my name. I always knew you were in cahoots with the sea witch. Also, you have your facts wrong. Barney's fingers are too big for needles. Expensive taste does not a good wardrobe make.
Text: Mabby
Mia: Just making sure. You never know what type of person I'm taking to. Some aren't so bright.
Mia: ... That was so funny that I forgot to laugh. Though if Barney the Dinosaur was stealing clothing, he must have stolen all of yours since it's pretty hideous. He'd need it when he was hiding from all the little children.
Gab: Do you have a lot of conversations with yourself?
Gab: Try and remember next time. So in saying that, you're pretty much agreeing with me that those stilettos are pretty fugly? How would he use my clothes to hide from the kids though. I wear tiny sizes. Unless he threw it over their eyes and shoved them down a wishing well...
Absolutely stunning, babe. Since when were you taller than me, though?
Naturally. Especially next to those wannabe tarts.
Since always? At 274 feet, I stand taller than most.
Text: Mabby
Mia: Right. And don't invite Theo or the other guys. I don't want them acting all protective and whatever.
Mia: By the way, have you seen my purple stilettos?
Gab: Calm your tits. I know that they're called girl's nights for a certain specific reason.
Gab: Don't know man, Barney the Dinosaur must've made off with them. Sorry.
Fixed it.