The Third Sunday

[pend]

The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

Comments

misfire?? yeah probably

[moondrenched]

Ich habe keine verdammt ahnung wo ich bin

Will’s just like ‘why does it also LOOK angry...’

[wontgraham]

[ Luckily, it doesn’t take a lot of time to run anything through Google Translate, these days. And this was a simple enough message that it doesn’t come out as bootleg gibberish. ]

apparently not.

are you okay?

lucas permanently making a ( •̀_•́) face when he speaks his native tongue

[moondrenched]

[ Is it a surprise that Lucas doesn't expect his phone to buzz suddenly? He fumbles with it out of his jacket pocket and has to take a prolonged, leering stare at his rainbow-refracting screen. ]

oh, Will

sorry

i suppose Siri was trying to do me a favor just now [ It's no small miracle that Lucas recalls murmuring to himself wandering around as he is. ]

i'm fine

lost

then again, who isn't, really [ hope that cleared things up for you! ]

i don't know how you make the little faces but i love them

[wontgraham]

you didn't really strike me as the kind of teenager to drunkenly text. [ Will doesn't quite have the energy, the panic, or the authority for that to sound disappointed.

He is, however, rolling up out of bed. He wasn't actually asleep yet, anyway - that's why he heard the phone go off. ]

does the gps on your phone still work?

I don't practice the dark arts only to have nothing to show for it

[moondrenched]

i know by complete technicality that i am teen aged, but i also know what you think when you use that term. i still haven't decided if it's condescending, or something kinder

also i'm not drunk

i'm seeing more than i really have in a long time

[ shit, wait, didn't Will ask him something just now? ah, right. the moving texture of the concrete, looking like grey foam under his feet, is terribly distracting. ]

i suppose it should still be functioning, but i know where i am

just never this side of the city

i didn't realize there was such a large park here

it's easy to forget it's a city at all [ here he goes, sprawled out on the grass. how long before a cop mistakes him for homeless and kicks him out? taking bets now. ]

[wontgraham]

bit of both. [ As is the smile on Will's face from reading these messages. ]

leaves look different at night. silver instead of green.

which park? [ Will's pulling on socks right now. He's making the executive decision that a nineteen year-old doesn't get to decide to wander through a city park alone at night, even if they're a werewolf. ]