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[santanachamp]

ｕｎｓｅｎｔ ｔｅｘｔｓ

① comment with your character. ② repliers queue up a text (or two or three to choose from) that they typed up, but never sent. ③ only they fat-fingered and set them flying out of the outbox into infamy. ④ it's two in the morning jfc why are you asking me if i'd love you if you were a worm? no, i don't think my little pony is a metaphor for communism. go to sleep. check out theunsentproject if you'd like more serious ideas.

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[hanmokku]

no need.

hurt feelings sound... like too much effort

[unjilt]

You have feelings, don't you?

[hanmokku]

you have more.

[unjilt]

You say it like it's a bad thing...

[hanmokku]

( another... 20 min later... )


i cleared the dungeon.

let's just win your match

[unjilt]

[ oh... ]

Huh?

Why didn't you wait for me?

[hanmokku]

it was too much of a pain.

[unjilt]

...............Now you're really making me mad, you know.

[hanmokku]

i know.

[unjilt]

But you don't care.

So you're also mad.

[hanmokku]

so let's win fast and be mad apart

[unjilt]

What did I even do to you?

[hanmokku]

i'll score for you at noon.

dw i s2g

[unjilt]

That's not an answer.

this manual refresh life...

[hanmokku]

you don't want to win anymore?

i'll be goal keeper then

nah fr

[unjilt]

Where are you now?

I want to talk to you face to face.

are they . . . back????

[hanmokku]

why..........

dw loads like 40% of the time for me rn

[unjilt]

Where are you?

mobile is easier for me!

[hanmokku]

isagi's bunk

no one comes here because they chase him to death in common areas

[unjilt]

[ yeah that's not gonna make him jealous. ]

Don't you have your own?

[hanmokku]

one day, mount laundry will erupt

[unjilt]

Whatever.

Stay there, I'm coming. Don't even think of running away.

[hanmokku]

bring the candy

[unjilt]

[ around ten minutes later he arrives, with candy, not even knocking, just walking right in. he makes the candy rain on his head as soon as he steps over to the bed. ]

Wake up.

[hanmokku]

( Behold: the perfectly flattened Eldritch horrot, Nagi Seishirou, pancake at large. Not a singular jutting or protrusion, no sign of the third dimension until he extends a tendril (and/or arm) to catch the tossed tribute without preamble.

He submerges it back into Isagi's fortress of rustled bedding and serial killer-approved collection of Noel Noa magazine profiles. Only one eye stays alertly, diligently open to defend the cause of Nagi's ongoing coma. )

...it's not noon yet.