#deadserenity

[emmaxmeyer]

TXT: hey emma... emmaaaaaa

[txt] hey Ren what's up???

[emmaxmeyer]

dead-serenity replied to your post: hmmm...what pet to get...

Get a tarantula! They’re awesome pets!

Yeah, they are pretty cool...and they are kind of fluffy. Maybe I can have 2 pets. (all the pets)

[emmaxmeyer]

[TXT] fucking COME OVER. I am so bored and I am hearing ungodly noises from down the hall.

[txt] Oh yikes. Okay, I'm coming- wait- should I bring some charms to sound proof your place? I think Cas forgot to do that when he pimped out your place...

[emmaxmeyer]

OOC: LIKE THIS IF I OWE YOU PLEASE

Alright - I'm logging off now because we've got to start to drive across 3 provinces back home. I'll try my best to come online when we stop for breaks.

But like this if I owe you- I know I for sure owe Sherlock and I apologize if I've missed anyone else- I've been busy the past few days. Forgive me. 

*MWAH!* See you all sooon!

[castielisbadluck]

dead-serenity replied to your post: “I hope you realize I’m sitting here worrying about you. … and I’m thankfully not as hyper. (And now my room is orange what the fuck.) When you’re done playing with deadly rampaging gods I have some cheeseburgers here for you… I can’t remember why the hell I have burgers, but I’m not eating them.”

Ren was a bit stupefied. “It’s… not that I don’t have faith in you, it’s just…” She sighed, then forced a smile. “I do try. Should I throw them in the microwave?”

Cas appeared standing in front of Ren, smiling. "I do not care if they are hot."

[emmaxmeyer]

Anyone else want pancakes?

Ren- if you come over, I can make you blood pancakes or something...or just regular kind if you want. Cas is coming too..but I don't know if you know THIS Castiel...you might know him...

Riley- Smoke and a pancake?

[castielisbadluck]

Castiel, what the fuck are you doing?

dead-serenity replied to your post: “Castiel, what the fuck are you doing? If you die, I will not forgive you. Do you understand me? You better know what you’re doing.”

“You may be immortal in some cases, but I’m pretty sure a god can kill you. Just… Be careful.” She forced a smile. “I need my cocaine-filled angel around, okay?”

"I have protection, Ren. Thank you for your concern." He laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder and chuckled. "How many times must I tell you my blood is not made from cocaine?"