gen texting

[fleurmortelle]

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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[rebeldevil]

[ No need to worry. He’s doing it your way this time, Chloe. He tries to look far more invested in this than he actually is, even with the way his smile widens at her comment... but that is, of course, somewhat short-lived, considering the follow-up.

His hands stop moving like his Dad hit pause. His tone is somewhere between offended and curious, but mostly curious. ]

Am I? What’s that?

[ She has to be bluffing. He thought of everything!!! ]

[devilsheel]

Bacon, [ spoken around a mouthful of golden toasted bread and melted cheese, crispy goodness crunching. Seriously, it was the best. Chloe would’ve done a chef’s kiss to the air, it was that delicious. ] Bacon goes with everything.

[ The piece she'd bitten into is held out as she’s still chewing. ] Want a bite?

[rebeldevil]

Oh—

[ He deflates slightly. Not quite sure what he expected, honestly, but he feels oddly relieved that it was something so trivial.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t just carry something like bacon with him in his designer suits, but she doesn’t seem to mind all that much. Her offer does take him by surprise, though. ]

Well, sharing is caring, but I did make that especially for you. You should enjoy it.

[ ......It is tempting, though. He stares at the offered piece, lips twitching into a smile as he is reminded of when he stole a sandwich whole from the urchin.

Now he has permission, huh...? ]

[devilsheel]

It’s just one bite, Lucifer.

[ Chloe gives him a look, half-bitten piece practically dangled within his reach. ]

Unless you’re looking for someone to feed it to you, that’s not in my list of “will do”s. Just so you know.

[ Sharing a piece of her meal with him where others can see, sure, yeah, that’s maybe a little intimate. And she’s a fairly private person. But he’s her partner. They’re practically glued at the hip, whether she likes to admit to it or not. It makes her happy, anyway. ]

[rebeldevil]

Mm. Not surprising, yet... somewhat disappointing.

[ The idea of her feeding him never crossed his mind until then. Also, he’s suddenly interested in this list of “will do”s of hers.

That piece is taunting him, though, despite having already had his own fill earlier.

A subtle smile is all the warning she gets before he leans forward, smoothly taking the bite in his mouth.

Oops. Wait, what did she just say again? ]

[devilsheel]

[ He would. Of course he would. She never should’ve said anything to begin with because now here they are, her with her eyes widening and brows sharply lifting and him all leaned forward in that stupid expensive designer suit that always make him look good with all the layers ready to be picked off one by one. And oh, did we fail to mention already that his lips had come close to her fingertips in taking that bite? ‘Cause they did.

Chloe feels her face go warm, for a multitude of reasons, and she’s scrambling for something to say in response. People are looking. It’s embarrassing. ]

Lucifer— [ a quiet hiss, the flush on her cheeks splotchy. More than obvious. Hoping he’s got his teeth in the bread and cheese, she’s about to pull the sandwich piece away, unsure how to go about covering up her awkwardness. Even with Dan she would have to remind him about no PDA while they were at work.

Pleasure and work, she didn’t mix those together. It complicated things. ]

[rebeldevil]

[ Lucifer is barely aware of any audience they may have; which is unlike him, since he usually eats up the attention. He simply makes a cheeky sound, like “What?” (with his mouth full) in response to his name. His shoulders shrug as he licks his fingers, then reaches for a napkin, plenty of which had been in the bag as well. ]

Well, you insisted, Detective.

Sorry, but it’s all out of my system now, so you know.

[ So he does a little swirling motion with his hand, like “carry on.”

While she does, he picks back up where he left off with the paperwork, sorting them back into those folders and putting those folders back by date.

Bo-ring, but least she already did most of the heavy lifting. ]

[devilsheel]

What’s “out of your system”? [ she answers before she’s taking another bite from the sandwich, eyeing him. And yes, yes she might be having a panicking moment over the way he’s sorting through everything thinking he’s doing it wrong and going to wreck her system exactly like the last time.

Quickly finishing off half of the grilled cheese, now she’s going for a napkin to wipe her hands and wipe it over her mouth. ]

Hey hey hey— [ Chloe goes to reach for his hands, turning more towards him. ]

[rebeldevil]

[ He clearly looks amused at first, barely registering it as a rhetorical question until she is suddenly in his way, with her hands on his. The amusement flickers into confusion for a moment, but then it occurs to him she might actually be expecting an answer. ]

Flustering you, of course.

[ ................ not that he objects to the handholding but ]

What?

[devilsheel]

The paperwork’s done. You don’t need to play around with the folders. I have a system, remember?

[ His hands are warm under hers, she’s registering this fact, but she’s still looking at him expectantly. Like she’s expecting him to stop messing with the folders. ]

And of course, flustering me is probably your number one job of the day every day when you come in to work. I’ve come to terms with that.

[rebeldevil]

[ He allows his hands to linger before slipping them out from underneath hers. He then pushes the folders towards her, relenting. ]

Top priority, yes. But not to worry; I’ve been learning your system, and I believe you’ll find that everything is still in order and ready to be put away.

[ He will take that gold star now, please and thank you! ]

[devilsheel]

[ Later on, she might think back on this, on the feel of his hands and how they’d lingered. Not like this is ever the first time they’ve touched or held hands. For the moment, however, she takes the folders and sets them aside so she can better focus on finishing the sandwich. ]

Is it? Okay then, we’ll go over it after I’m done my breakfast. If everything is in order, maybe you’ll get a reward.

[rebeldevil]

[ Maybe? His lips curl involuntarily, but he tries to divert his attention because looking at someone like that while they are eating is weird for humans, or something.

Or so he’s been told. ]

Still a tease. Very well.

[ So he allows her to eat in peace. Meanwhile, he remembers that these chairs can spin, so he starts turning in his like a child, taking in the view of the precinct as he goes.

Papers being shuffled around on desks, keyboards being typed on, the occasional phone being answered... Everyone trying to look busy.

Slow day, huh...? ]

[devilsheel]

[ Office life isn’t for everyone. Sometimes she has to wonder if it would ever be for her, though she spends more than half her time out on crime scenes and driving around. Paperwork is just an unfortunate yet necessary part of it. For now she’ll ignore the spinning, watching him with a raised brow as she goes about with finishing her meal. ]

Can you blame me? It’s not such a bad thing.

[ Her breakfast is finished and she’s wiping her hands, throwing any wrappers and napkins away before turning to the folders. ]

Alright, so, show me where you started.

[rebeldevil]

[ Goody! When she turns her attention to the folders, so does he. Quite proudly in fact.

He stops spinning. ]

The date of the incident. Which is far less interesting than other case criteria I've used, but you seem to like it.