unsent texts

[santanachamp]

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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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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.

[unjilt]

[ reo is unfazed by this horrid display— frankly he's more disgusted at nagi being over isagi's bed, crossing his arms once the candy has been caught. ]

Sit up. Let's talk.

[ don't make him sit on that bed, either! ]

[hanmokku]

( Sit up. Take on the world, one mad dash against verticality at a time. Isagi's bed cradles him like hungry claws. His legs are lead.

And then there's the purple-haired final act boss looming larger than unlife over Nagi, who fights real-time against decomposition, manages a stir, the convulsive kick of a leg, his head rises —

...before he's slipping down neatly beside the bed, back to the threadbare frame, half liquid. )

...no bones. ( He... triedto get up. ) They're still growing.

( In this one second, Darwinism would like to point out the dinosaurs should not have been the lucky ones to get the meteor. )