#text:clint

[legal-eagle-walters]

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SEND “#” FOR A RANDOM TEXT.

[text: Birdman] Do you remember that taco place we used to go to all the time?

[text: Birdman] Tito’s tacos?

[text: Birdman] I want those tacos, but the place I thought it was is defenitly not it. 

[luke-cge]

ø

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[text: Robin Hood] So I know it’s almost 1am...

[text: Robin Hood] but you doing anything right now?

[heat-storm]

Text || Clint & Kebira

Kebira: I was texted a picture of that butt rating thing.

Kebira: I wanna bitch that I came in 8th but I came after Natasha I-Kill-People-For-Breakfast Romanoff, so I can't complain.

Kebira: Thanks for checking out my ass.

[heat-storm]

Text || Clint & Kebira

Kebira: You don't have to reply. I know you don't want to.

Kebira: But I'm sorry. That carries over to like, 50 different subjects. So yeah. Sorry.

[agent--sharoncarter-blog]

Text @ Barton

Carter: What's your favorite shade of purple?

Carter: And before you ask, yes this is pertinent.

[heat-storm]

Text || Clint & Kebira

Kebira: Hey, fuckboy. Gotta new phone. God bless rich people.

Kebira: So, I heard you were here but I haven't seen you. Kinda wanted to do that, see how ugly and banged up you got after everything, you know.

Kebira: Maybe check up on you. But mainly see how fucked up you got.

Kebira: [unsent] You're okay, right?

[heat-storm]

Text || Kebira & Clint

Kebira: Thanks for a weird Drunksgiving.

Kebira: Question though. And it took like, 3 beers to muster the courage to ask so don't fuckin mock me, don't ask, just answer yea or no and we'll move on with our lives.

Kebira: Kay?

[heat-storm]

Text || Clint & Kebira

Kebira: Thanks for the shit today.

Kebira: Gotta favor to ask now though