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[ ✉ banana milk ]: AYYYYY FUCKBOI I HEARD ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY [ ✉ banana milk ]: also from the academy, the country, the tremaine family and my own we want to wish you a happy birthday. [ ✉ banana milk ]: ONE SHOT TWO SHOT THREE SHOT FLOOR
[ ► benjamin ] are you high?[ ► benjamin ] please stop texting me omg.[ ► benjamin ] thank you to the academy, the country, the tremaine family and the charming family. but seriously. stop texting me.
"okay, so before you go into your room and, like, kill me, i should mention a couple of things. i wasn’t alone in this! it was benjamin’s idea so, really, he should be the one who’s head should roll. secondly, alistair paid for the car, well van really, we used to transport everything so it’s just as much his fault as it is mine or bens. and lastly that it was you that wouldn’t tell me what you wanted for your birthday— you were useless— and told me to use my imagination. so i did, well, we did. and this is what we came up with: we turned your room into a ball pit! yay us! yay you! yay eighteen! happy birthday!”
"you did what?!" she's hysterical--lost between the emotional spectrum. should she cry or laugh or something horrible in between? what kind of friends was she cursed with that they filled her room with plastic balls for her birthday. how was this a gift? with a deep sigh, she shuts her eyes and slowly opens the door. "you are an idiot" she's treading her way through the piles upon piles of colourful toys that lay her floor. her bed, her shoes, her desk all disappeared underneath their 'gift' for her. "but you three are brilliant" racing back out to her door, she takes her hand and dives into the pit, taking him with her.
ten minutes later she's giving basically everyone she can a phone call--come down to dorm s3a!--inviting them to make as much use of this as they can.
[ ✉ shithead numero dos ]: HAPPY BITHDAY TO YOU [ ✉ shithead numero dos ]: YOU BELONG TO THE ZOO [ ✉ shithead numero dos ]: ALL THE MONKEYS AND THE DONKEYS [ ✉ shithead numero dos ]: THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU
( text : #bj charming ) what is happening right now( text : #bj charming ) thank you? i think… fuck idk.
"Are you dead?"
INTERACTIONS
“Well, I could be”, the girl opens her eyes, raising her head from the desk and looking at who was talking to her. “Oh…”, Peggy felt a bit embarrassed, she had that gift of still being totally awkward with random people, who she was supposed to ‘socialize’. “No… I’m not dead, I am fine, really”, she says, putting her books together and rising from her seat quickly.
"I'm sorry I suggested such a stupid thing."
[meme]
as she moves about her office, hastily and hurriedly collecting the papers that have been strewn across because of her misjudgement, she tuts at his apology. “now, now, mr. charming it’s no issue at all,” she struggles to remain calm, her annoyance boiling over, “i just wish you had informed me earlier that you would be coming to see me—we could have avoided that little clash outside my office.” when she has her pile safely between her fingers, she looks up at him expectantly, taking a seat behind her table. “now what was it that you wanted to talk about? i didn’t catch what you had suggested; the so-called stupid thing?”
bencharming:
swatting the other away, benjamin gives him a pointed frown. “i’ll have you know that my weight is of no concern to you. please refrain from stating such things aloud — the french media would hound you if they heard” the formality in his tone and speech surprised even him and he couldnt quite place why.
with a smirk, henry's head tilts in pretend thought: "really now? how much money do you think i'd be able to get from the media if i just happened to slip that a close source knows the crown prince is pregnant? a couple grand? maybe a million?"
eyy shrimpdick welcome
( ’ stares ) did you hit your head?
