Hey bbg (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ💕🌸🌟🎀💖💜🌈
Have you noticed that Basil has been awfully lazy these past few days? I keep having to break in his walls and remind him its time to get up and be gay!ଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜
I fear he may be bedrotting, Internetchan knows all about this and as a fellow Jirai, I might as well be an expert in it. Do you think he's having hot, sexy, gay, dreams about you? ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) He has said that his recent dreams have been "inspiring" during his time off ✨️✨️✨️
He only speaks of you in such ways, so Internetchan could imagine he saw some of you in his sleep! Or maybe he's still feeling sick? He's been feeling really bad because he missed his appointment with Dr. Frankenstein hasn't even hit up his other friends yet. He was supposed to be meeting up with his friend Edward Vayne and didn't even get up to that. He's been crying to me all day that, no matter what he does, he always seems to find himself back crying and in bed all day. Sometimes even weeks! :0 Internetchan has assured him that we all understand and that he shouldn't be so hard on himself, but he seems to be really caught up on the fact that hes "failed us" and told me that he wanted to apologize to you specifically but I haven't heard him around since....
His butt is still peak tho :3🎀
Also, would love to add that Internetchan loves your style of letters! Your envelopes are the cutest and very aesthetically to Internetchan 🎀🌸💕🩷not to mention your new signature adds to the style! Its so fun opening them up! Internetchan loves a person who is different!!! Continue to serve cunt, my guy. ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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I have noticed it, yes. Though I must confess, I am far more entertained by you. You break into his walls, and he allows it? Basil continues to surprise me in the most peculiar ways.
This “bedrotting” you describe sounds positively dreadful! Perhaps I was a little cruel to him in my last letter, you make him sound so very unwell. But, there is no use for pity; it is such an unproductive emotion, and benefits no one. His absence is quite inconvenient to us both, though, and I should very much like him to stop wasting himself away in bed. He must recover at once! And you should take care not to follow him into such habits.
Do I think he dreams of me? I would be surprised if he did not, as we have been close for years now. Dreams are where men and women go when reality refuses them what they want, and so I wonder what role I play there - however, I rather not know for certain. It is so much more amusing to imagine the answer myself. The unknown is always more beautiful.
And he is still ill? Oh, how tiresome. When he failed to take me to Dr. Frankenstein, I assumed he had simply gone without me, but now you tell me he has not gone at all? Artists are so dreadfully devoted to their suffering! Basil may protest all he likes against turning misery into art, but he indulges in it just the same. There must be some kind of pleasure in it - a pleasure in their own suffering that they would loathe to abandon. You tell me he weeps and refuses to get out of bed, and I can only conclude that he must find some comfort in it, however absurd that seems to me. Still, it was kind of you to reassure him.
Edward Vayne, in London… how interesting. Basil first spoke of that man a few years ago, when I had forced conversation out of him during one of those intolerably long sittings. They are friends, or something like it, yes. Perhaps after I've seen Dr. Frankenstein, I shall permit Basil to take me to him as a proper apology. I do so long for a mind - and face - that matches my own standards, and Mr. Vayne may very well suffice.
Your compliments are delightful, my sweet. You understand presentation - which is more than can be said for most - and your letters are so charmingly excessive that I almost envy them! If ever I grow bored, I may take to colored ink myself. Blue, or perhaps pink like yours. I will leave the small pictures to you and Basil, though.
Now that you are here, I must ask something of you. That Ibuprofen you gave me, have you any more? The day Basil abandoned me, I was seized with the most intolerable melancholy. Ordinarily, I should have gone somewhere more… stimulating to remedy it, but instead I tried your little treat. I took one during our time together, quite secretly, and though it disappointed me then, it proved unexpectedly soothing when I had it in my room. I should like to have more of it. If you cannot provide it, you must tell me where it may be found.
-˚₊‧ 𝜗 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝔂 ♡ 𝜚. ‧₊˚
