unsent texts

[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]

( 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. )