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Accepting @dreamwaited : Drunk text
[sms - RAVKA MOBILE ]: [ Flynn ( Vasily’s Friend ) ]: Okay...so...so like...so...don’t drink the palace kvas...because like...I am tasting colors, but also if you lead a fish to water, can you truly make it drink? Please let me know. -LT
@dreamwaited said: 🍷
social media & texting prompts
[ text: flynnigan 11 ] hey so vass gave me the good news [ text: flynnigan 11 ] congrats on dating my brother you really didd a good job of being super lowkey about it [ text: flynnigan 11 ] and he doesnt want me to move out so thats goof [ text: flynnigan 11 ] *good
* DREAMWAITED / ft. flynn — flynn is just gonna . . . grab jamie’s ‘icon’ hat and walk ( sprint ) away
fuck, he’s annoying. jamie and @dreamwaited end up shuffled off to richmond around the same time, and flynn is such a pain in the arse. case in point — stealing jamie’s fucking hat! “ oi! get your ass back ‘ere, rider! ” never mind how stupid the pair of them look sprinting through the halls of the club over a fucking hat.
@dreamwaited liked for keeley !
“oi oi!” keeley chirps as she strides into the locker room. she’s met with a general din of hellos, but her sights zero in quickly on flynn–– she’s here on business. “flynn?” she calls, sing-songy, “can i steal you for a minute?” she’s excited about this pr opportunity, but a little nervous, too. it’s not as if it’s some big secret, but keeley does feel a little funny bringing up something so personal. it’s just that they’d reached out, and... well. she can worry about it once they’re back to her office.
❝ ... ❞ a moment of silence, a pause to trail a judgemental glance over him before red lips curl into something akin to smug amusement at his expense, a snort of laughter barely held back.
❝ please tell me that's a really bad choice in wigs. or — scratch that — just tell me i'm in some ridiculous nightmare. think i prefer the latter, honestly... ❞
@dreamwaited / sc.
“ y - you bit . . . what? ” he’s not sure he heard that correctly. “ why? ”
@dreamwaited liked for a starter (accepting)
“are you fond of the rain?” it’s a question posed only because of the drops lashing down just beyond the open door, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and the electric feeling of lightning in the clouds above. “i am.” her shoulder is resting upon the doorjamb and snow tilts her head to look at him with a small smile upon chapped lips, “there is something lovely about it.”