#nyla | beau

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“Does my tongue look like a tadpole like this? I think it’s gonna hatch but I’m not a frog scientist.” Nyla appeared as if by apparition in the middle of Beau’s conversation with a stranger, face darkly lit by the sewer, and they promptly blinked in disorientation -- no matter, because Nyla was already adopting their intended pose, tongue extended and stained a vivid blue, accidentally winking when they blinked out of time. “Oh,” they paused, smile sparking then snuffing just as fast, head slanting as they studied his company. “Didn’t mean to wink, you’re not... I only wink at goats, ‘cause they love it. But you have--... You have the impish glint of a goat in, like... in your eyes, I can tell. Maybe there’s goat in you,” came offered like a consolation -- a compliment, really, in Nyla’s books -- focus drifting once more to land on Beau. They started like his face was the equivalent of a cuckoo clock erupting at the stroke of midnight, suddenly caught off guard. Ash from a joint they’d forgotten between their fingers fluttered into the dark. Had he gotten taller? Had they shrunk? Interesting development. “Oh, Beau. It’s you... You’re, like... big...” trailed off, silent a moment as whoever the stranger was took it upon themselves to wander into the abyss of the rave, effectively cock-blocked by Nyla’s oblivious ramblings. Nyla didn’t notice. “Are you wearin’ heels? Be honest.” Then, like they’d forgotten they’d asked a question, voice airy within the next passing beat -- their eyes slid off elsewhere, idly investigating a damp wall rather than him in blissfully bad manners. “I have somethin’ important t’say.”  @melichryscs​

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🍷 😳 💋 😱 ✨ 😡 😬 😢 😁 💕 for any pairings. love u so much thats why im going unhinged in ur inbox.

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

cricket [sent at 11.58pm]: i heard u had to go earli wtffs up with taht i’ms inging halleujah in ur honor and it’s gonna be really hearftel tbh more so thane ver before that’s all i’m gonna say about it

cricket [sent at 11.59pm]: wtf? *early idk why i spelt it like charli xcx LMAO but she does have some godo songs tbh.. man isshe still alive? i’m worriedabout her

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ziggy [sent at 8.22pm]: [ attached an image ]

ziggy [sent at 8.22pm]: yooooo wrong contact lmfao thas literally my dick

ziggy [sent at 8.23pm]: aint tryna gloat i kno u got dem small dick troubles n shit apologies n all that typa stuff not tryna make u cry over ur sad lil shrimp cock

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nyla [sent at 9.07pm]: WORRIED 4 the state of ur lips some1 said they were chapped is tht TRUE? ? ? plz come find me im wring lip balm tht tastes like 🍋 :) i can fix u

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magda [sent at 3.12am]: please help me vivi please fucking help me. it’s my tits. they’re multiplying. they’re getting bigger as i type this. they’re fucking smothering me i can barely gasp for air send an ambulance send a fucking ambulance this is my final messa

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nyla [sent at 6.02am]: howdy “beau” u said u wnted 2 float me away in a hot air balloon so id burst in2 flames on the sun in ym “dream” did u mean it? ? ? :( :P HEHEHEHEHEHEHHE

nyla [sent at 6.03am]: oh sorry jst thought abt smthn funny :) don’t u love when tht happenz?

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magda [sent at 7.14pm]: i’ll fucking kill you little boy

magda [sent at 7.14pm]: oh lmfao thought that’d send anonymously with this app so that’s kind of fucked up ig

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cricket [sent at 10.39am]: hey beau

cricket [sent at 10.39am]: sorry for being kinda weird on those texts last night LMAO idk why i was so worried about charli xcx i even woke up this morning to this search on my phone

cricket [sent at 10.40am]: [ screenshot of his safari open on ‘is charli xcx alive?’]

cricket [sent at 10.41am]: anyway u weren’t gonna upload that karaoke vid from earlier in the night anywhere right? apparently i was really dancing n shit n i’m kinda stressed to be completely honest LMAO not sure what kinda horrors were unleashed

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ziggy [sent at 4.11am]: vivi u know i didnt send that shit right

ziggy [sent at 4.13am]: might b an asshole but i wouldnt do that to u

ziggy [sent at 4.47am]: man forget it dunno why i fuckin bother

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bradley [sent at 8.44pm]: Hello, ugly bastard phallus. You are cordially invited to witness Bradley Milligan doing donuts with your car in the Target parking lot. Please arrive within the next fifteen minutes. If you do not show up to this event she will be revving 100mph off a cliff to give the seahorses a new accommodation available for brothel conversion. Thank-you for your time, froggy cunt. 

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magda [sent at 12.01am]: u weren’t as annoying at practice tonight keep up the hard work boo or whatever ur name is

magda [sent at 12.01am]: ugh

magda [sent at 12.02am]: sending that pissed me off imagining u reading it so nvm consider ur hard work undone