When everyone else tells you to f off to bed

[madreen_rua]

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

[sinistral]

Hey. You busy?

[We'll just ignore the fact that it's 12:03 am, that's a perfectly normal time to text someone, right?]

[sororis]

not at all. [mostly true...]

[perfectly normal for nocturnal creatures. it's essentially noon.]

[sinistral]

Thank goodness, Barton and Wilson are in top form and I'm gonna murder one of them, I swear.

[sororis]

do you need my help deciding which to murder/spare?

or a distraction?

[sinistral]

Yes.

[sororis]

hmmm... flip a coin, they both have their advantages, but I'll admit I'm partial to archers.

what did you do to deserve both of them?

[sinistral]

You take Barton, I'll take Wilson, we'll dump the bodies and do drinks after?

Suggested that this whole Accords mess could be solved a lot easier if certain politicians were taken out of the picture. Apparently that's not playing nice.

Our Accords I mean, not yours.

[sororis]

it's a date.

that's what happens when you make suggestions, everyone assumes you're volunteering.

you wouldn't be wrong about ours, either.

[sinistral]

Dress to kill. Interpret that however you like.

I would have no problem putting a bullet through certain people. And apparently that's a problem.

Funny how wonderful these things are in theory and by the time it's put into practice it's become something entirely different. Don't you agree?

[sororis]

don't I always?

I feel the same, though our preferred weapons vary.

the best intentions pave the road to hell, I think the saying goes.

so yes. I agree.

[sinistral]

Without fail.

I really hope that's an invitation to spar with you.

Sometimes hell finds us even without the intentions.

[sororis]

I won't disappoint this time, either.

it absolutely is.

hell is always closer than we think. sometimes literally.

but back to drinks and sparring

[sinistral]

I had a feeling you wouldn't.

Good. And drinks and sparring. Or sparring and drinks? I'm not picky for the order.

[sororis]

I'm trying to decide who has the most advantage if it's drinks and sparring.

perhaps sparring before drinks. we might need them afterwards.

[sinistral]

Sounds like fun. Where am I meeting you, dollface?

[sororis]

do you still want my help ditching your babysitters?

otherwise, I know a place we can let loose a little without worrying about the audience. unless you're into that.

[sinistral]

Nah, I can slip away on my own, I have more practice being a spy than they do.

Yeah? What are you thinking?