#wrong number rp

[bae-of-the-sea]

{text}: You'd better be fucking grateful for this, my little slut~. *insert a very raunchy picture of Garry, smirk and all*

Sitri froze at his movement when he sent the picture.

How did he get his number?

He should have instantly locked it but he started at the man’s form before scrolling past the picture to reply. The water demon’s heart suddenly fluttered as his fingers trembled, making him take longer to reply.  

{text}: Wrong number. 

@ghastly-garry

[missclarasoufflegirl]

Wrong Number || shortstoryanon

Clara heard the 'beep' on the phone. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak, hoping she wouldn't ramble on awkwardly.

"Hi, it's Clara calling." She paused, biting her thumbnail before going on. "Look, you're a really nice guy, but I-I just can't..." She could feel the tears well up in her eyes. "I can't go out with you, okay? You need to stop calling here and just... leave me alone for a bit. In fact, I think we should just take some time apart and not see each other for a little while. It's really for the best. I'm sorry. I don't know when things got so... weird between us. I'm just—I’m sorry."

Clara clicked the "end" button on her phone and wiped the stray tears from her face. It was hard finding out your best childhood friend had a thing for you, it was really tough to let Matt down.