Feb 19
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From SaphoWitch
To SmugFang:
[[I've heard Catholic nuns are very thirsty, would I look good in a veil?]]
@estarion
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Send "🤳" to get a random text from my muse!
From SaphoWitch
To SmugFang:
[[I've heard Catholic nuns are very thirsty, would I look good in a veil?]]
@estarion
i’m really trying to get through some messages... i’m sorry it’s taking me SO long to get back to some of you. i am really bad at responding. sometimes i get overwhelmed by the idea of communicating with other people in any way that is more in-depth than random dumb comments in tags or something....
don’t mind me... but please forgive me if i take ~literally~ a year to respond to your message.
I’m in no mood to to be toyed with. Either tell me who you are or fuck off. Preferably the latter cause I don’t actually give a shit who the fuck you are.
Some text number that I don't know: I'm pregnant!
Me: Congratulations! Or condolences, whichever applies.
Random texter: thats very rude. the least u could do is take responsibility.
Me: OK, sorry dude. I'll take responsibility for my rude remark. Was "congratulations" out of line? Again, so sorry. My condolences on your gestation. WTF are you going to do now?
Random texter: WHAT!! u are partly responsible u know!
Me: I'd say I'm only half responsible for my above comments, seeing as you're the one who texted me first.
Random texter: u know u are the fater!
Me: I have no control over your fate.
Random texter: FATHER.
Me: I can't be anyone's father. I don't have a physical penis.
Random texter: I'll say!
Random texter (about 10 minutes later): oops sry wrong number.
LOL!!!!!
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[text] I hate my allergy.
[text] ??
[text] Allergy
[text] damn it
[text] ALLERGY
[text] A-L-L-E-G-R-O.
[text] I hate the Austin Allegro.
[text] and autocorrect
icon letter
[text] I think, I’m in love.
He just … he just had to tell someone. And why not Void? He was an alternate and he looked like he could keep his mouth shut.
After a moment he realized his text might be misconstrued and added:
[text] Not with you.
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[text] I’m stuck.
He’d been sure he’d be able to fix everything up without going to another medic. Yes, it was hard to do self-repair on everything, but he’d been sure. And now here he was, stuck in his alt mode, totally unable to transform back.
How embarrassing.
[text] I’ll send you my coordinates if you promise not to tell anyone.
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[text] You. Me. Beach. Now.
Knock Out had been so excited to find there were beaches that had rocky shores instead of sandy ones. No sand stuck in his joints. No sand blowing in his face. NO SAND PERIOD. And they could still listen to the waves and watch the sunset over the water, which he actually rather enjoyed.
Especially with Smokescreen beside him holding his hand.