#taniluca

[elizaolscn-blog]

text @ tani

eliza: hey tani! this is eliza! Um in case you deleted my number off your phone which I would be totally okay with because you can do whatever you want and I cant control that and I would never ever try to and

eliza: oh god sorry i can't believe i ramble over text too

eliza: anyway! i met your sister! here we took a picture together

eliza: [accidentally sends a photo herself in pajamas, hugging a pile of cookie boxes]

[queenbeexv-blog]

texts from eliza’s 📲 to tani

[ text to tani ]: hey baby

[ text to ‘eliza’ ]: seriously eliza? [ text to ‘eliza’ ]: i’m NOT your baby. are you drunk?

[ text to tani ]: look, i know things got out of hand at the party and i’m sorry you had to find out that way 

[ text to ‘eliza’ ]: whatever, eliza.

[ text to tani ]: tani can we work this out? bc i have feelings for you too.

[ text to ‘eliza’ ]: you’ve got to be kidding me?

[ text to tani ]: tani i’m serious. i’m in love with you.

[ text to ‘eliza’ ]: whatever [ text to ‘eliza’ ]: just leave me alone eliza [ text to ‘eliza’ ]: i guess you’re not who i thought you were.

@elizaolscn

[elizaolscn-blog]

@taniluca Eliza had been following behind someone for an article, something about stolen chairs and defiled toilets, when she spotted Tani. Without even realizing it, she’d abandoned her work and focused on surprising Tani. Eliza adjusted the fake glasses of her groucho marx disguise, grinning wildly to herself from her spot in the bushes. After a moment of staring, she popped out with energetic amusement. “Tani,” she grinned, twirling her fake mustache, “I mustache you a question. Also it’s me, Eliza. I know the disguise is really good.” She brushed a leaf off her shoulder.