[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
A familiar number with familiar words had his walls coming down, the senseless strings of messages that he couldn’t quite decipher only made him think that someone was planning some awful prank on him. Being the worrisome drone he was he already had all of Sirius’ contacts in his phone as well, to make sure they wouldn’t stand in the way. Rolling his eyes he got comfortable where he was seated, maybe this could go somewhere ( all for fun of course ) or he could tell Sirius now what they twin was doing to him. As playful at their words were, most of the time at least, he knew full well that the sender may have been drunk when texting him like this—or maybe he was taking their advances the wrong way? It didn’t matter. What was funny to him was heartbreaking for Sirius, he would have to be careful with his wordings in reply.
( sms .. siri’s twin friend ) Siri’s dick is definitely & most likely bigger than yours.
( sms .. siri’s twin friend ) No offence I guess.
Offence taken or not he didn’t care. What business did they have wondering that of him? & secondly, how exactly did they get his number? Pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes closed he presses back against the couch a little further, trying to find some comfort in the harmless joke but now the worries of Sirius questioning his loyalty made his skin crawl.