august midnight texts

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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@pilfeline.

[dinosauro]

( from. )

You make for a tougher crowd than my usual one, chérie. Have no doubt that's a compliment.

What should I get you on the way? I know a man with a fine taste in champagne.

[pilfeline]

Well in that case thank you very much. Would you satisfy my curiosity and tell me why?

Champagne is delicious, but also makes me want to ask what we're celebrating. Can you bring me both the drink and a reason to toast with it?

[dinosauro]

My usual crowd would have fallen at my feet at the first word out of my mouth, ragazza. Being adored is truly overrated.

And, believe me, we'll find a good excuse to celebrate.

[pilfeline]

I think if you were not adored you would complain about that too. There's no way to truly satisfy you, is there?

I do believe you.

[dinosauro]

Catty.

( but it's sent off with a smile. )

People are so perishable. I prefer things that last. Like diamonds and gold. Shower me in those, and I'll be very satisfied.

[pilfeline]

Always.

That's easy enough, in theory.

[ For a jewel thief. ]

But what would my perishable little self gain from that?

[dinosauro]

Diamonds for a feeling of being alive again, chérie.

[pilfeline]

What on earth makes you think I don't feel alive, gorgeous?

But I have just the thing for you all the same, and you can have it for the champagne and company.

[dinosauro]

We're all on the brink of death every breathing moment, aren't we? We all need a little resurrection now and then.

( or is that just her? )

Less gloomy talk! Should I guess? Or should I let myself be surprised?

[pilfeline]

[ Oh, it's a widely enough held sentiment, but for all her cynicism Selina isn't quite there. Not yet anyway. ]

Whichever you prefer!

[dinosauro]

Is it hard?

[pilfeline]

Yes.

[dinosauro]

No edibles, then. Or long, flowing dresses. Or soft squeezes. My wishlist is getting proportionally shorter, cara mia.

Can I see myself in it?

[pilfeline]

Well, soft squeezes are not off the table.

Maybe if you look close enough.

[dinosauro]

Pinkies easily become whole hands with little old me. Don't say I didn't warn you.

If it is what I think, I'll be the admirer suddenly.

[pilfeline]

Do I get a warning because you like me extra?

Hopefully. And anyone who sees it on you, of course.

[dinosauro]

You get a warning, because I'm a good, honest girl. And because I like you more than most.

So, you'll see it first. Front row seat.

[pilfeline]

If you were all that good and honest I don't know if you'd like me so much. The warning is duly noted and soft squeezes stay on the table. Or whatever surface we feel like.

That's the plan, honey.

[dinosauro]

If so, honest people don't know what's good for them. We know what's good, Selina.

[pilfeline]

Yes, we do. And I like you too, Eloisa.

[dinosauro]

Look at us, all sentimental.

I'll bring champagne. The poor man certainly won't miss it.