Gen Texts !

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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clearly this should happen because it would be hilarious.

[vowlyball]

Oh! Should we get more?

[He paused to glance behind him back at the machine, torn. The claw machine had been fun, but basketball could be fun too... Why were decisions so difficult to make.]

Bokuto. Welcome to your worst babysitting session.

[veteran_king]

No. Mr. Waddles should be enough.

[ And with that he wraps a hand over the big white belly of the bird and heads on over to the basketball hoop machine, all the while drawing rapt attention from the kids who stopped in their play to stare at the tall green-haired guy with the penguin. He made quite a sight, not that Midorima paid attention to them. When they reach the electronic hoops, Midorima points to the coin slot, expecting him to feed the machine. ]

Or would it be the best?

[vowlyball]

Mr. Waddles? Shouldn't he be named after me?

[Still, Bokuto didn't seem to be too upset either way, following after him towards the hoops game. If he noticed the kids who were watching them, he didn't mention it, instead eagerly feeding the machine some coins, both for him and the other guy.]

Loser has to buy snacks! I'm starving!

[Bokuto do you really think you're going to win...]

You are very evil... I see that now. :|

[veteran_king]

[ He gives him a long once over at that question as if he's actually considering it before bluntly saying - ]

No.

[ And heads out. While, he's inputting the coins, Midorima finds a safe spot for his penguin. Once secured, the shooting guard looks up at the baskets and once the challenge is laid out, three fingers come up to push up his glasses, hiding a knowing smirk. ]

You're on.

[ Words punctuated by the very precise manner in which he begins unwrapping his fingers, one by one, revealing the skin beneath, callous and hard. ]

wow that is so rude but also very true.

[vowlyball]

[Bokuto gasped at the bluntness, recoiling as if he'd been struck.]

What? I could be a lucky charm too! It'd make the penguin doubly lucky!

[As the other boy started unwrapping the bandages around his fingers, Bokuto let out a slight whistle. He would know the signs of hard work and dedication, no matter what the sport. It only made his blood pump even more, even if this was only a silly arcade game he would take it seriously. He licked his lips briefly, getting himself situated and ready as the timer started counting down before the flood of basketballs would be released.

Three... Two... One...

As soon as the balls came tumbling, Bokuto started shooting like crazy. It'd been a while since he'd played this, and he was definitely going to miss as many as he got in.]

Midorima will make you obedient. It's what he does.

[veteran_king]

[ Once the timer goes off, he doesn't hurry but takes his time. He picks up the first ball, the round edge fitting perfectly in his large hand. He notes the weight of it, steps back, crouches and with his eyes on the basket, raises the ball above his head and shoots it in a high arc. Before it comes down, Midorima is picking up a second, stepping back as the first ball falls perfectly through the hoop. The next ball is shot soon after, his pace unhurried but precise and quick. That was the secret to his success. He didn't have to wait for the ball to strike home before he was shooting another because he already knew - his shots never missed. And it proved the same here. None disturbed the net, the high arc the secret to his technique giving him time to defend had this been a real game, or per the rules of this game, make another shot with perfect grace and deadly precision. ]

It sounds like they would be fun lol. Bokuto can be obedient and disobedient in turns

[vowlyball]

[In complete contrast to Midorima's elegant and precise shooting, Bokuto was all hollering 'hey, hey, heys', explosive energy, and of course, flinging the ball so hard it nearly knocked back into his face. It really wasn't a surprise who would win this little contest, but regardless, as soon as the sizable differences in their scores were tallied, Bokuto fell to his knees, groaning loudly in anguish.]

Best two out of three?!

[Bokuto the results would be the same regardless.]

It does! Midorima does not take disobedience well.

[veteran_king]

[ Which is exactly what Midorima tells him. ]

Even if I accept, the results won't change. You have no technique. You pose no challenge to me.

Oh dear... Well I look forward to whatever happens...

[vowlyball]

[Utterly defeated, Bokuto fell to all fours, hands slapping against the floor of the arcade. He hadn't been this utterly trashed since he had first started playing volleyball and couldn't keep track of all the rules and formations. He pounded a fist against the pavement, wailing and cursing his fate for a good few minutes ( undoubtedly drawing stares of his own ) before he sat up, face still crumpled from grief.]

Do you accept an IOU...?

[He had said he'd forgotten his money already, hadn't he?!

He dug into his pockets, pulling out the drinks he had all but forgotten.]

Or maybe these?

[He looked so pitiful that hopefully Midorima would just take them so Bokuto didn't make a scene again.]