#o:roxy

[astridortega]

@freelcve​ // @ the sunrise diner

beth let out a hard breath as she pushed her plate away from her and put her hands behind her head. maybe ordering that much food hadn’t been her best idea but it had been a long week and one hell of a workout that morning. why shouldn’t she treat herself? plucking up her drink, she lifted it to her lips and eyed roxy over the rim of the glass. setting it back down, she tilted her head a little. “so, is it too much of a sensitive topic for me to start asking whether you feel like you’re eating for two people?” beth asked with half smile before picking up her napkin and wiping her mouth. “not that the little thing probably needs much at the moment..." she scrunched the napkin up and tossed it on to her plate. “where’s your head at, rox?” 

[a-choice-to-make]

Dear Roxy, I think we should talk. Please, please, please respond to this owl. I could do with a one word reply even, just as long as I get a reply at all. I have a lot to say. Love, Frank.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] There's these new things called condoms. They would've saved me a lot of trouble. I thought you were supposed to be a Ravenclaw, Frank. Live up to your house.

I don’t know what to say.

~F. Longbottom.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] If it's that easy...Tell me, if you thought you were pregnant with your ex-boyfriend's demon spawn, how would you break the news to him? Let’s take into account that he constantly acts like he hates you and that you recently burned down part of a school. And that you’re capable of being pregnant and, well, me.

Demon sp I’m sorry, WHAT?

~F. Longbottom.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] You've just gotten way more important in my life and this is my way of figuring out whether or not I should tell you. Your chances aren't looking so good.

I’m horribly sorry, but I don’t know how to suck up to you over an owl. If we were face to face, I’d be reading your expressions and you’d be reading mine, and you know you would succumb to my cuddly teddy-bearish qualities. 

I’m not bragging, I’m quoting  you.

~F. Longbottom.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] Would you rather me call you a prick? Dick? Arse? Bastard? Cunt? You're all of those things at once sometimes and then other times you're none of them. And you wonder why I'm going insane.

Merlin, Roxy. If I’m the one making you go so insane, you probably shouldn’t be owling me. Have you thought of that?

~F. Longbottom.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] You're a jerk. I won't say it again because this is entertaining and I have nothing better to do.

Is that the only insulting name you have for me? Jerk? It’s going to become excruciatingly boring if this owling is going to go on as long as you’re insinuating that it will.

~F. Longbottom.

[a-choice-to-make]

[Owl] I don't know if I should be offended or flattered. And I never asked you to write disgustingly run on sentences even though I do think it's adorable.

Stop. No, you’re not allowed to call me adorable. If you do it again, the owl you’ll be receiving won’t be filled with much but a notification that said owl doesn’t say anything. And, Oswald might poop on you.

~F. Longbottom.