#rbtxt

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: It seriously shouldn't be allowed in my apartment. Good thing I live alone and have no one to take it away though! Mwahahah! No clue why I did an evil laugh. It's always great talking with you Ryan. Hope you sleep well and we will most definitely talk again soon.

Text: Yeah, same here. Night, Rach. :)

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: That was once and that was because I had a music competition the next day and I thought drinking the whole bottle would make me better faster. It could be, thankfully it's already clearing up.

Text: Blablabla, cough syrup shouldn't be allowed when it concerns you. End of it. Well that's good to know, let's hope it'll pass quickly then. I need to go back to sleep, I had to take some painkillers last night and those things are heavy. We'll talk later, huh? Good night, Rachel. It was nice having some news from you.

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: You know how I am on cough syrup. It makes me all weird. :( I'm glad to hear you and Charlie are well. Give her a huge hug for me! And the other babies. All's well here, aside from getting a cold.

Text: Well try not to drink the whole bottle next time. I will, don't worry. Aw, well it could be worse, but I hope you'll feel better soon. Being sick is not fun at all.

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: Because you're human! I don't know. It was a Twilight reference.

Text: First of all, ew. Second of all, ew. Stop talking about Twiling and my sperm, Rachel. That's disturbing. But yes, everything's well for me and Charlie, thanks for asking. I hope you're doin' well yourself.

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: Nope, no, I like assuming the best. That's better then you saying all that. And sorry Ry but you don't have vampire sperm so I doubt baby Berry is killing Charlie. :)

Text: Vampire sperm? Why would it automatically have to be that kind of sperm? And how would you know exactly the type of sperm I have? That's kinda gross.

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: Oh! I was assuming you were gonna answer 'All's well?' with like yes or something wonderful so I said good.

Text: Never assume. I could tell you everything is shit, that my shoulder is horrible, rehab is killing me slowly, that Charlie is suffering from having a little Berry in her and that actually nothing's well. ...See? :)

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: I did?

Text: Well yeah, the end of your text was 'All's well right? Good'

[ride-it-like-berry]

Text: How's it going? How's your shoulder? How's rehab going? How's Charlie? All's well right? Good!

Text: Well looks like you answered your own questions, huh.