texts from last night (in deerington)

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

INSTRUCTIONS:

▶ Post a top level with a handful of randomly generated texts from TFLN (cw: very nsfw) AND/OR write texts that your character might have sent after a long night at the Hair of the Dog/down in the sinkholes/recovering from October etc. The more ridiculous and messy the better!

▶ Reply to other people's texts, assuming your character received one either through misfire or on purpose! They can be game canon or not, it's up to you (though they can't count for AC)!

▶ Have fun, stay chill, enjoy some silliness!

Comments

[speed_of_snark]

That and ogling sexy iconography.

[wwrench]

You mean like naked Jesus crucified?

What kind of kinks does that give a young man?

[speed_of_snark]

Yes.

Let's just say I've been waiting to get the courage to ask Kurt to do some terrible things.

[wwrench]

Because of the tail?

You might've just reached the end of my knowledge of religion. I think I remember Catholics do a lot of kneeling. Is that true?

[speed_of_snark]

Because he's a priest.

Boy do we.

[wwrench]

I'd forgotten that. That is kind of hot, isn't it? I wonder if he has one of those white collars.

Explains why you look so damn cute on your knees.

[speed_of_snark]

In a really BAD way, yes.

Lots of practice.

[wwrench]

You think he'd be upset? Might just make him blush.

Jean-Paul, you're never going to make me believe it takes you any practice to look cute doing anything. You're a natural.

[speed_of_snark]

He takes his faith very seriously. I think it would offend him.

You're flattering me so I'll blow you.

[wwrench]

Or maybe so you'll let me blow you. I swear I won't sneeze on your dick this time.

[speed_of_snark]

You were really too embarrassed about that. It happens.

[wwrench]

Pretty big mood killer when your recently-resurrected boyfriend snots all over your penis.

[speed_of_snark]

Yeah, but so what? Part of longterm relationships is accepting that things go wrong sometimes, and maintaining a sense of humour about it.

[wwrench]

Sometimes I think I should sit in on one of your classes.

[speed_of_snark]

You can, if you like, although I didn't learn that one before meeting someone back home.

[wwrench]

Your husband?

[speed_of_snark]

Yes.

Kyle.


I try not to talk about him.

[wwrench]

Because it hurts, or because you're afraid we'll be jealous?

[speed_of_snark]

Because I think it will make you guys uncomfortable.

[wwrench]

It does, I guess. It's a lot to think about. But I'm uncomfortable right now and I'm not dying from it. I'd be okay.

Does it feel better to be able to talk about him?

[speed_of_snark]

No, but I don't like hurting you. Especially not right now.

Yes and no.

[wwrench]

Uncomfortable isn't hurt though, right? Uncomfortable means you ought to stretch. Get used to it, so it's not as bad.

We don't have to if you don't want to. But I want it to be because you don't want to, not because you think you can't.

[speed_of_snark]

You're right. As usual.

All I wanted to say is that I've learned that when you're comfortable with a person, you honestly don't expect sex to be perfect 100% of the time.

And I've done just as bad, if not worse.

[wwrench]

You know I'm not trying to argue you, right? I know you're trying to think of me. I want you to know you're allowed to think of yourself.

What kind of worse? Not with me.

[speed_of_snark]

You're so good to me, Wes. Do you believe that I love you?

Oh, so much worse. Too much champagne and bad fish. Just so much puke, Wes.