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[Tall Goth and Handsome]: The moon sure is beautiful tonight isn’t it?
[Tall Goth and Handsome]: It’d be a shame to let the moonlight go to waste?
[Tall Goth and Handsome]: I’ve left the sliding glass door open, come over if you want to see a beauty greater than the moon
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{SMS to Bebe} youre speaking my language perfectly
{SMS to Bebe} give me a minute to get out of the store.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: The chat is wild isn’t?
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Why don’t you come over to my place tonight to see how wild we can be?
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{SMS to Bebe} aha, im sure i can clear my busy schedule for you. send me your address and ill be there around ten.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Oh baby, I’m going to make you forget your entire schedule in favor of some heavenly bliss.
{SMS to Bebe} sounds like a plan. but how am i supposed to forcus now? youre tempting.
Reach Out, Touch Fate {Michael & Bebe} 5.6.19
As soon as this girl said something about a sister, Michael knew it was bullshit. Spending all this time in the customer service business, on top of being trained daily for management, he’s grown a pretty good bullshit detector. It’s been handy since he started telling off his employees about calling in. Nick was always impressed with his ability to get people to come in on time and call in within a reasonable time frame. Michael placed the record he was holding back in the box, planning on unpacking it later. He looked at the girl-- Bee? Bay... It had to start with a B-- as he crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow upwards.
Ah, the truth comes out. Though the idea of this girl, who was obviously very pop, would listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees of all things threw him through a metaphorical clique loop, Michael didn’t hesitate as he made his way to his personal favorite section of the store. Topping it off with records, which was by far the best form of music in his humble opinion, made him feeling pretty fortunate about him moving (or rather, Nick pushed) to start his sales climb with this customer, “We do have all those,” he stopped at the section, running his fingers though the alphabetical order before him, “now this, I can help you with.”
He immediately started, showing her the Rapture, which sat peacefully and tempting in it’s respected place, “Good news, only one more in stock. Must be your lucky day,” he dryly joked, making sure the irritation at Nick for not ordering more of them was hidden well. He pulled it out and showing her the cover art, “2014 remastered,” he explained, turning it over to show the song list, “fifteen songs. It’s in pretty high demand, considering collectors come through here all the time to complete their shelves of hoarded garbage. The wrong reason to buy an album. What’s the point of spending money on something actually enjoyable just for it to collect dust?”
The record was handed to the blonde before he gestured over to the CD section of the store, “At the BBC was never made into an LP, unfortunately. But I know I unpacked a few earlier over there. It’s been awhile since I’ve listened to it, but from what I remember it’s pretty cool.”
Michael hesitated, debating in his head if talking more than he already has was a good idea or not. He decided that yes, it was, but only because Nick was watching. He pulled out a specific Siouxsie record with a small smile, “If you’re looking for my opinion, Join Hands is a top album. When it was released it actually reached top fifteen in some United Kingdom chart. It has ten songs, so it’s pretty worth it.” Michael reached back into the section with his free hand, taking out another record by the same band, “Kaleidoscope is actually their most famous album, you’ve probably heard of it,” he raised the record, shaking it slightly like it would make the album any more tempting than it already was. After a moment of showing them, he put them back and stepped to the side, letting the other look through as she wishes.
“Uh,” he was really starting to second guess everything that he thought of saying, feeling himself become disgusted with how he was so... informative. There was no reason to help her out as much as he had been. He could have easily just shown her the section and be on his way, his job on the line pushed aside and all. Michael was starting to become a bit uncomfortable with himself. He, however, cleared his throat silently, “New Order is a good band. Their records are over there,” he gestured his head towards the ‘N’ section, “The Smiths would be similar and worth a listen, if you haven’t already. They’re pretty popular. As well as Talking Heads. Not my preference, but it’s too mainstream to ignore.”
This could be us
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} is this bebe
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} this is michael. you left me this number after we met the other day.
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[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I thought you lost my number
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: But I suppose I could forgive you if you tell me why you decided now to text me.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Not that I’m complaining 😘
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} i did. lost it in the depths of my bag.
{SMS -> Bebe} figured it was better late than never to message you. you left quit the impression on me.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Did I? Why don’t you tell me what you found so impressive?
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I can leave much more than an impression, babe.
{SMS -> Bebe} why dont i tell you over coffee?
{SMS -> Bebe} i prefer to look at beauty when speaking to it.
{SMS -> Bebe} then you can leave anything you want.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: You do know how to make a woman excited. But I need something more.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I prefer to look at someone who’s trying to charm me than read it.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Let me know when and I’m there.
{SMS -> Bebe} i am available tuesday night
{SMS -> Bebe} there is that new-ish place that opened up on main. we can meet there around seven.
{SMS -> Bebe} the gentleman that i am, i will take care of everything. all you have to do is bring yourself.
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} is this bebe
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} this is michael. you left me this number after we met the other day.
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[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I thought you lost my number
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: But I suppose I could forgive you if you tell me why you decided now to text me.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Not that I’m complaining 😘
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} i did. lost it in the depths of my bag.
{SMS -> Bebe} figured it was better late than never to message you. you left quit the impression on me.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Did I? Why don’t you tell me what you found so impressive?
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I can leave much more than an impression, babe.
{SMS -> Bebe} why dont i tell you over coffee?
{SMS -> Bebe} i prefer to look at beauty when speaking to it.
{SMS -> Bebe} then you can leave anything you want.
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} is this bebe
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} this is michael. you left me this number after we met the other day.
@fabulouslybebe
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: I thought you lost my number
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: But I suppose I could forgive you if you tell me why you decided now to text me.
[iMessage to Tall Goth and Handsome]: Not that I’m complaining 😘
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} i did. lost it in the depths of my bag.
{SMS -> Bebe} figured it was better late than never to message you. you left quit the impression on me.
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} is this bebe
{SMS -> xxx-xxxx} this is michael. you left me this number after we met the other day.
@fabulouslybebe
Karma’s Gonna Come Collect Your Debt {Michael & Eric} 5.11.19
Tack.... tack.... tack...
The sound of Michael’s cane hitting against the pavement was loud, and somewhat threatening to be placed in the darkest time for South Park. The town was quiet, everyone obviously in for dinner time, or whatever it was families do. Michael should have been doing the same. He was supposed to call for a taxi and make his way over to his favorite families house, eat dinner, share laughs, like he normally did. But today, he had to avenge.
That slobbery, pathetic excuse for a human, although high on drugs, has been getting underneath the mans skin recently. As much as Michael hated to make it obvious, people commenting on his car accident all those years ago was damaging to his self esteem, so much so that his anger starts to boil. He didn’t do anything but watch, however, when Firkle and Bebe, the wonderful duo that they were, sacrificed their education to deliver a rather overdue hospitalization. It was enough for him to be satisfied, and not want to get involved at all himself. He was content with congratulating them. Until tonight.
He couldn’t believe this tub of lard could say such repulsive things about Maeve like that. She was a kind, extraordinary woman who didn’t deserve men like this to whistle at her feet. She had been there for Michael whenever he wanted her to be, and had been a wonderful mother to his best friend since childhood. Of course he had gotten angry at the idea of someone so disgusting and vile laying his hands on such a pristine lady. Forcing himself on her, spreading lies that she would enjoy him. Saying fucked up things that made Michael’s blood turn. The Sinn’s were his second family, of course they were. Michael would have done the same, probably worse, if it was his mother Eric was talking about.
The hospital was as it always was. White, clean, and full of dreadful faces. Michael hadn’t been back since his drug days. He planned on keeping it that way, as hospitals and white coats give him a sense of unease, but this was important. He acted as if the cane was in use, overly leaning on it to fool the others. The receptionist gave him the information he wanted, because of course she didn’t ask, or by the looks of it care, who he was and what his business with Eric Cartman is. It just made this all too easy.
The room was as Michael expected, except there were more flowers here than he would have thought. Seems like Eric’s mother and very limited friends actually do care about this stain. He watched as Eric, so limply and obviously so drugged up, moved around on his bed. The very sight of his kids face was enough to refuel Michael’s aggression.
There wasn’t a reason to speak. Saying a witty one liner is effort that he wasn’t willing to waste on the other. Michael stepping closer, lifting the narrow end of his cane like a baseball bat and swung as hard as he could, letting all his rage out through the attack. The few years his father tried to teach him a sport as a child paid handy, and as the cane came into contact, he wished he had stuck with it long enough to have killed Eric. It had been too long since Michael had inflicted any type of rebellion. This was refreshing.
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just saw a buzzard picking at a dead animal on my way to work. now i feel the sudden overwhelming desire to call firkle and ask how he is doing.
not 2 b controversial but if u dont like strawberries ur a pussy
butt
stop
butt
do you not have something better to do
Reach Out, Touch Fate {Michael & Bebe} 5.6.19
Ah, typical. Michael wasn’t impressed whatsoever. He clicked his tongue, sucking in air as he looked through the records himself to find the very ones this customer was talking about, all the while trying to rack in his head what her name was again. It’s been awhile since he’s communicated with any of the students in high school, besides the group chat they oh so joyously were apart of. His eyes shifted slightly towards the front counter, where he saw Nick watching them intensely. Yikes, what a fucking creep. Michael rolled his eyes, making a mental note to talk to his boss about how wrong people watching was.
He looked at the Marshmallow, then the Weekend, then at the blonde girl, “Personally, I’m not a fan of either,” he said honestly, raising the records as a reference, “but the Met Gala is an... extravagant, event. And with the music that you’ve already picked, I believe the Weekend would fit better with the theme. Marshmallow is more of a house genre feel to it. Or, maybe a techno artist, if you will,” he placed the records back in their respective slots, fully facing the girl again. The nagging feeling of her name on the tip of his tongue was agonizing, but not enough so to actually ask for it personally. He’ll continue to suffer in silence until he finally remembers. Something along the lines of Betty, or Darcy. Something with an E sound.
Michael looked down at the now empty box, the gears in his head turning, “If you liked those artists, you might actually consider Charlie XCX, have you heard of her?” He reached into the rack that contained the records he had just unpacked, finding the freshly delivered item, “We just got a new set of her music. She is quite talented, in my opinion.”
butt
excuse me?
