love letters + shipping texts

[enya]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are communicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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[lovesque]

[ with a small yelp of surprise, she's falling back into him; flustered now that he's pulled them even closer than they were previously. she shifts, though doesn't pull away – letting her weight settle against him. ]

Touchy-feely? [ she echoes the phrase, brow perking. ] Well, believe it or not, I like you so like... It kinda goes without saying that I'd like touching you too.

[ he's really cute, blushing like this. ]

Is that okay? [ he said it was but, she has to be sure. ]

[skulleon]

'course it is. But I guess it's surprisin', ending up here and all...

[ they go through this a lot. thankfully the self-deprecation center is closed for the night, but every once in a while ryuji can't help but wonder over the hows and whys they've ended up like this.

he;s lucky, really, looking back to ann. ]

I like ya, obviously. [ probably didn't need to be said. for the record, and all. ]

[lovesque]

I like you too... [ she's already stated this, but it bears repeating; hand reaching out to cup the side of his face. ] A lot.

[ the movie's ended, credits rolling on screen – ann doesn't even remember what happened. for a moment she's quiet, before tentatively voicing a thought she's been having off and on since he arrived. ]

Do you... Uhm. Do you want to stay over?

[skulleon]

[ a lot of cool cars, a couple of fist fights...ryuji can't cite anything, either, but he'll probably still tell you it was way better than eight and nine, obviously not as good as ten, but four continues to be the best around. or something like that. ]

For real? [ there's an implication here even he can pick up on. rather than jump at the gun though, he's...concerned. ] That's really okay?

[ with ann in her cute pajamas (he hasn't forgotten, even though he brought nothing), he hasn't forgotten. if she's already comfortable in that sense, there's little reason she wouldn't be okay. never hurts to be certain. ]