#f9rsaken

[wheelbased]

You had memorized your phones layout rather well, ‘f9rsaken.png’, ah yes, y9ur terri6le nudes that sh9uldn’t exist in the first place, time t9 delete these. Tap, tap, tap, that sh9uld delete them, and n9w, y9u c9uld make y9ur plans t9 learn t9 skate69ard, h9pefully with9ut a 6unch 9f 6ruises. That’s finished, they’re all deleted.

*ding ding - dom dom - ding ding - dom dom* Your annoying ring tone, fun. … …Fuck.

[TXT] fuck [TXT] it happened again [TXT] I mean - I didn't mean t9 send y9u these, if that's what y9u were asking, seri9usly, that's n9t h9w I deal with - [TXT] 6eside the p9int - as l9ng as y9u d9n't d9 s9mething fucked up like mastur6ate t9 them (d9n't ask a69ut it, I'm n9t g9ing t9 ela69rate, the 9nly thing I have t9 say is 'P9rrim'), 9r spread them, y9u can keep them I guess. [TXT] As 9dd as that may s9und, I d9n't really care if y9u keep them as l9ng as y9u d9n't spread them. [TXT] D9n't tell any9ne a69ut this either and we sh9uld 6e fine, hm?

Oh, man. He actually replied to your little joke. This dude is the definition of awkward. It was a little funny, if you were being honest. Small, clammy fingers are bouncing over touchscreen buttons as you smack out a half assed reply. If he didn't mean to send these to you, who were they meant for? Whatever. Dumb questions you didn't even care about the answers to.

[TXT] ohhhhhhh bro, 1 GOT you!!! >;D 1 m34n now w3r3 3v3n or smth r1ght? 3xc3pt u d3l3t3d m1n3 1f 1 r3m3mb3r. BOOOOO.  [TXT] but pshhhh!!! you dont just go 4round 4ll. YOOOOO! GU1S3! LOOK 4T TH1S S1CK FR1CK1N W1NGW4NG! 1TZ K4NKR1 V4NT4S'S!  [TXT] 1 41nt gonn4 do th4t, u c4n just cross th4t r1d1c opt1on off rn!!! [TXT] BUT. s1nc3 u d1dnt m34n to s3nd m3 *th3s3*, wtf d1d u m34n to s3nd?  [TXT] OH SH1T. got 4ny p1cz of tony h4wk on th3r3??? h3ll Y34H, 1ll fr34k1n t4k3 thos3.

[nohochceh]

9h, 9h, Rufi9h. Dare I say it's 6een far, far t99 l9ng.

hAHA, UH. 

hEY THERE. hOW ARE YOU? 

[nohochceh]

★

He's still pretty afraid of him, but more than anything he's worried about what happened and where he went. He was his childhood hero after all-- the man that radically shaped his future-- and his sudden disappearance and death really bothered him. He is, however, afraid to interact with him in any way shape or form, expecting an unpleasant, awkward exchange at best. He wishes he could have done more for him, however, and he regrets not putting out more effort to find him when he first went missing. 

He's intimidated but concerned. 

[nohochceh]

SUMMONER: GO ON THE HUNT.

>> For cabbage. 

>> But other food too. You now had a hive of three-- not including the rapidly growing Bouffa-- and you were going to run out of food in a matter of days. Gathering up a cloak to (mostly) hide your wings and snatching a bit of money from the jar, you throw it on, tuck the money away somewhere safe, and make your way over to the balcony. 

>> You give Passus and Tavros a quiet goodbye, letting them know where you were going and what for, before jumping off the balcony and rising up above the trees. You'd have to go on foot once you were a certain distance outside of town, but you could fly for the time being; the wind carries you swiftly, and after what seems like no time at all, you arrive outside the bazaar. 

>> Ensuring your wings were covered for the most part, you begin to mingle in with the crowd, meandering around the square and buying from a number of vendors. Tomatoes from Cleola, green beans from Tommas, strawberries from Yuelkt, and potatoes from Simora. You had a basket now, and it was slowly growing full; you'd have to head back soon, regardless of whether or not you'd gotten everything you'd wanted, given that if you carried much more it would likely spill out the sides in flight. Maybe you could tie the stuff down? That seemed a little ridiculous, but mayb--

"Oof-- oh uh, sorry." You glance up, having bumped shoulders with another cloaked figure; half of his groceries spill from his hands and you grimace, immediately ducking down to help pick them up. Smooth, Summofag, smooth. 

[captoriium]

> You slammed your hands on your desk and stomped off towards the transportalizer eyes glowing and a low growl in your throat. You were pissed and that much should be clear. He's was being irrational and crazy and nothing was even set in stone. Not to mention, nothing you said was getting through to him. Who cares what he told you not to do. At this point it didn't matter.  > Landing on the receiving pad, you stepped off and immediately searched for him. Not sure what room he was in or even if he was in the hive. "Kankri, I thwear. Get out here now."

[nohochceh]

f9rsaken replied to your post: shhhh you’re not supposed to l1ke that

t99 late.

pBTHBTHTTBHT, 

[nohochceh]

Happy wriggling day.

oH,

uH,

tHANKS„

[karcinoma-blog]

f9rsaken replied to your post:

(;B

PLEASE DON'T DO THAT.