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Gen texts!

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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[Haxus sprints forward, grabbing a druid by the arm and flipping them around.]

Not today. [He says simply, and the druid tilts their head at him.]

We take him when it suits us. You have no say in the matter, Lieutenant.

[Haxus growls.]

I assume you don't want to lose your position and be in his, Lieutenant.

[The threat makes the wrong target stop. It's Kuro who stills, almost immediately, not wanting Haxus to be taken in his place.]

I'll go-

... Put him back in my room. I'll go in his place today. You need someone with Galra characteristics for your experiments, so I should work just fine.

[The druids look to each other, debating the pros of a willing subject and finding no cons, and then one nods, starting to lead Kuro back.]

[Kuro's eyes widen with horror, and he shakes his head, resisting harder than he ever has before, but now fighting against being returned to safety.]

No! No- take me! Take me, I'll go. I'll do what you want, take me! [He growls and pleads, struggling frantically.

[Haxus steps in front of him when the druids drag him forcefully, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then to his nose.]

Rest, love. I'll be back before you know it.

[He moves past him, druids who aren't dragging Kuro going with him, though the ones that are drag more insistently to get him back to the room.]

No!!! [Kuro screeches and sobs, screaming as they bodily drag him away, fighting tooth and nail against them. This isn't right!]

[The druids throw him back into Haxus' room with Shiro, door closing immediately after.

... It's a few hours until they return, dragging Haxus along the floor as he hangs limply between then, covered in scratches and bruises, and they throw him in and onto the floor, and he lands with a pained grunt, coughing up some purple blood, running from his mouth and pooling onto the floor.

He shakes his head to try and clear his disorientation away, trying to push himself up so he can stand.]

[Kuro bangs and pounds uselessly against the door for ages until Shiro manages to drag him away, waiting restlessly.

He rushes to Haxus the moment he'd thrown back into the room, half snarling, and half crying, wanting to scream at him and comfort him, stilling Haxus before he can try to stand, nuzzling him carefully and petting at him uncertainly.

It was Shiro who approached with a towel for the blood, frowning at him and offering it up without a word.]

I'm fine, love... Just fine... [His voice is soft as he tries again to push to his feet, not about to so openly display weakness with Shiro in the room.

... The towel goes ignored by him. He doesn't need the pity of someone who doesn't understand how intensely he loves his mate.

He doesn't even care when he coughs up more blood, running down his chin and over his neck.]

[Kuro tries to lick away the blood, increasingly distressed, whining desperately. Haxus isn't fine. And it's his fault. He can't protect either of them. Shiro OR Haxus.

Shiro can see how upset Kuro is, and as much as he doesn't like their relationship, there's a certain admiral trait to Haxus going in Kuro's stead.]

You're going to bleed everywhere. Take the towel.

[He growls, but accepts the towel, turning his head briefly to nuzzle at Kuro, giving him an affectionate lick that leaves a slight smear of purple blood on his skin, before Haxus presses the towel to his mouth as he coughs violently, enough to stain the towel darkly.]

[Kuro wants to hit him. Wants to scream and shout, but instead just pushes at him, tries to lick at his various scratches and cuts.]

They wanted me. Why-

[Haxus gives a pained wince at the push, but then just chuckles, reaching with his least bloodied hand to pet his hair.]

You're my mate. Our lives are shared, intertwined, and a good mate always alleviates his better half's pain.

[That should be comforting, but it just makes Kuro glare in distress. He was a good mate. He should have alleviated Haxus' pain.

The blood stains his white forelock, and Shiro twists a face.]

...Why would they experiment on you?

[Haxus nuzzles at him weakly, feeling tired. He's not injured enough to die, but he is still quite hurt and as he moves he winces. Feels like something's broken...]

I can't discuss their experiments. The druids do as they wish, and their plans are something they rarely share with the rest of us...

[Kuro continues to try and lick at his wounds, and it's Shiro who sighs and crouches to try and examine them properly.]

Stop moving. Where does it hurt?

I'm fine. [He's stubborn, and pushes himself away from Kuro so he can push himself up onto his feet finally, wincing and growling at the pain. Standing hurts. Breathing hurts. Everything hurts. But he'll be fine.]

[Kuro whines, looking hurt by the rejection. He can smell the blood, hear the hitches in his breath. He knows he's not fine. Knows it's because of him.

Shiro just looks annoyed, pushing back to his feet with a huff, and stalking away.]

Whatever.

[Haxus takes a deep breath to calm himself and immediately regrets it, a yelp of pain escaping him and his entire body seizes up for a moment in pain. Several ribs are broken, definitely...]

[Kuro looks up in alarm, and Shiro stops, sighing and returning, snatching the towel back.] Where? [He demands again, looking to his ribs.]

... It's just a fe- nngh- [He tries to move and there's more pain. He can work through it though, moving to take steps to sit down in a chair, though it's obvious that each step pains him.] ... Few broken ribs, that's all.

Then it's not going to stop unless you let me tie them. [Or preferably call a doctor, but Shiro doesn't have any say over that.] Each breath, every movement, it's going to hurt.

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I'm fine. [He's stubborn okay, and broken ribs have never killed him before. He finally makes it to the bed, and sits down, wincing with every move.]

[Kuro hasn't moved from where Haxus first fell, and Shiro's frustrated with the both of them, huffing and tossing the towel at him.]

The pair of you deserve each other. Fine. Suffer for your damn pride.

[Kuro looks over with a small whimper.]

[Again Shiro doesn't understand, but Haxus isn't surprised. If it's not something that kills you and if it's something you can work though, pain is meant to be suffered through. Galra are meant to be strong and able to handle anything.

Instead of focusing on the human, Haxus is looking at Kuro.]

Kuro... Come here, won't you?

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