#txtmessages

[unseenhaze]

[beelzzzebub-blog]

[TEXT] TO: Crowley | 4:19pm: Wait, why? I like them. I don’t think I need to return them. What’s wrong with these??? [pictures of some torn up jeans and obviously cheap shirts she just snagged off a rack]

[beelzzzebub-blog]

“✆” - “✉” - “☎” - “ø” - “✘” - “#” - “@” - “&” - “ツ” - “♀” (( Call it either returning the favour or payback xD ))

[JOKE’S ON YOU. I WANTED THIS.]

TEXT CONVERSATION WITH: Traitor ( @hellsrhapsody )

MORNING TEXT | 7:52am: morning snek. I think I went into a brief period of hibernation yesterday, so today’s gonna be your day to ignore me, isn’t it? I’m going out to get stuff done today. Also no, I haven’t come up with a birthday, but I do love that you decided to call me a princess :P

RUSHED TEXT | 9:34am: i migt hv accentally thron an apple @ a driver who whstled at me and ibroke the windhsield i gotta go i’m running and lmao

RANDOM TEXT | 12:47pm: did the laundry. folded it too. funny how i can do things when i want to innit?? 

SCARED TEXT | 1:04pm: I wasn’t going to say anything about your text about seeing someone, but I thought no one was looking for me and I guess I’m wrong. Will you please come home? Bring Aziraphale. I hate this. I hate being human.

HATEFUL TEXT | 1:12pm: seriously what the fuck?! do you just WANT me to get taken out? Because that’s fine, you fucking prick! You said you’d help me!

HEARTBREAKING TEXT | 2:30pm: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean all of that. Why aren’t you answering? You probably hate me now, too. I don’t have anyone to turn to or anywhere to go, and I’m kind of backed into a corner here with my options, Crowley. I’ll try not to lash out as much. Please don’t make me leave. Please. I don’t know how to do this alone.

EXCITED TEXT | 5:50pm: WAIT YOU GOT THE CONCERT TICKETS? YOU ACTUALLY GOT THEM? I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO GO (KIND OF NOT REALLY) I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GOT THEM?? My first human concert. This is going to be a mess of fun.

TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT | 5:55pm: You know, you’re kind of like my best friend. [message not sent]

LOVING TEXT | 12:28am: You’re not that bad, Crawley. I mean, you really could’ve slammed the door in my face when I first got here, and I expected you to, but I’m glad you didn’t. Sorry I didn’t give you all the attention you deserved for how well thought out your plans were before, but, we can make up for lost time by starting with Frozen Custard tomorrow, if you want? My treat? :)

LATE NIGHT TEXT | 3:19am: thank you, crowley. for everything. whenever you get back tonight/tomorrow there’re a couple of surprises in your garden room; i’m going to bed. goodnight friend. <3

[And when he did return home, two plants he’d had a specifically hard time finding over the years were now lush and green and growing in his home.]