#| sms.

[francsleblanc]

Ciel: ¿Estás en la fiesta?

Ciel: Espero que no te estés congelando como yo.

Ciel: Y que tampoco hayas tenido problemas con tus padres por lo sucedido 😔

Francis: Se puede decir que sí

Francis: robe unas cervezas y me aleje un poco de todos

Francis: ¿Necesitas un abrigo?

Francis: No los tuve, no te preocupes por eso.

[bloodtruths]

SMS —- 🌚

SKETCH: im sick

SKETCH: ive left my shop in the capable hands of my fucking eighteen year old apprentice

SKETCH: im fucked

SKETCH: help

[bloodtruths]

SMS —- 💔❌

SKETCH: im high and drunk and i had to phone like 3 of our mutual friends until one of them gave me ur new number

SKETCH: its sketch btw

SKETCH: i miss u

[bloodtruths]

SMS —- 👅💦

SKETCH: just had a girl come in for a tattoo under her boob

SKETCH: had to touch it like

SKETCH: does that count as cheating?

[bloodtruths]

SMS —- 👻

SKETCH: DO U FEEL SPOOKY YET????

SKETCH: i feel super spooky

SKETCH: i'm gonna deck the shop out in cobwebs and shit it's gonna be rad

SKETCH: wanna come help??

[bloodtruths]

SMS —- 💋👅

SKETCH: someone just came into the store and asked me if i tattoo animals

SKETCH: i'm actually gonna call the police what the fuck

SKETCH: i'm scared for this guy's pups

SKETCH: help