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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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Moenbryda Wilfsunnwyn ; FFXIV

[quillandaxe]

[ currently voicetesting; apologies for any roughness ]

[epodic]

There doth exist a time and place for such displays as thou art inclined towards. I findeth myself compelled to offereth the reminder that among our colleagues is, in fact, neither, shouldeth there be any doubt to that effect.

[What he's saying is— he knows it's a lot to ask, but try to help him look cool in front of his work bros.]

some vague ... modern au-shaped thing [handwaves]

[quillandaxe]

Come now, what's wrong with a little physical affection between friends? 😉 Research shows it's good for your health, you know. Keeps stress hormones down.

[ Of course, they both know picking up Urianger to give him a friendly squeeze in front of the rest of their friends is not a 'little' physical affection (and is in fact more likely to increase said stress hormones rather than lessen them) but let Moenbryda have her fun! ]

yesss

[epodic]

[The latter. Definitely the latter.]

There was nothing 'little' about it, thou knowest full well.

[A clap on the shoulder or something more discreet would have been perfectly acceptable, but to hoist him in the air and leave him completely without his dignity—

Well, he supposes he must admit that he expects no less from her, either way.]

Thou must keepeth in mind that we haveth a great responsibility upon our shoulders, and our behavior should reflecteth as much.

[quillandaxe]

[ Gosh, Urianger, she was off doing fieldwork for a year and now it's like you're a stranger! ]

Responsibility and fun don't have to be mutually exclusive! We're researchers, not automatons. I don't think it hurts to show the fresh blood that a getting a degree doesn't mean they'll have to give up on their dearest friendships.

I've missed you, by the way. It wasn't quite the same, hearing you huff over a conference call.

[ ... And back to good-natured teasing. ]

[epodic]

When thou phraseth it in such a way, I can hardly bring mineself to argue. I have missed thee, as well.

[It's a rather lovely sentiment, in fact.]

And I do not huff.

[He does.]

[quillandaxe]

Well, I'm glad the feeling's mutual. ❤️

[ Sentimentality aside, though, that's not going to last long, because-- ]

Now, when can I convince you to let me drag you out for a drink and catch up properly?

[ And make him huff some more, ideally. ]

[epodic]

Thou knowest full well that I shan't be hard to convince. Thou needeth only ask.

[Not that he won't act put-upon in the process, but he'd learned a long, long time ago that there was little use in resisting against anything Moenbryda set her mind to. Fortunately, with the exception of her frequent desire to eat in libraries and endanger books, it's not often that he wants to— and of course he hardly needs to be convinced to spend time with her.]

Truly, it has been too long. We have much to discuss.

[quillandaxe]

That we do.

The usual place at 7, then? Assuming the undergrads haven't accidentally shut it down with an impromptu paintball fight or the like again.

[epodic]

'Tis as thou remembereth it, I assure thee. I shall meet you there at the appointed hour. Until then, mine dearest friend.

-> action

[quillandaxe]

[ The 'usual place,' as Moenbryda puts it, is the Rising Dough -- a bar-slash-pizza place far enough away from the center of the campus to be only frequented by graduate students and seniors, though that doesn't entirely insulate it from being the occasional epicenter of any friendly altercations between rival student groups.

Tonight, at least, it's quiet enough (the peak of happy hour being over helps). Moenbryda's already taken up a seat at one of the high tables next to the window, long legs neatly crossed at the ankle as she perches on one of the bar chairs. There's a notebook beside her on the table, but for now ... she's intently poring over her choices for pizza. ]

[epodic]

[He doesn't leave her waiting long. He is many things, often living up to the stereotype of the disorganized scholar who somehow manages to function amidst his own clutter, and punctual is among those things. They've been parted for far too long, and he had meant what he said: they were due to catch up, and he didn't intend to keep her waiting.

His hood is drawn when he arrives, but once he spots her, he lowers it during his approach, gently setting his bag down beside the empty chair opposite hers and sliding into it with more grace than his casual clothing might suggest.]

'Tis good to see you, Moen. I should hope thou hast not had long to wait?

[He may have been aiming to beat her here.]

[quillandaxe]

[ Moenbryda looks up as soon as she hears his voice, going from thoughtful contemplation to bright joy in a heartbeat. If she wasn't sitting down (and hadn't gotten most of the shameless physical contact out of her system when she dropped by earlier) she looks like she might have gotten up to hug him again, but instead she settles for companionably knocking her ankle against his when he sits down at the table. ]

I haven't even been here five minutes. It didn't take as long to bike here as I thought it would. [ She does look a little windswept, but she brushes that aside, tapping a finger imperiously on the menu instead before sliding it over to him across the table. ] What are you in the mood for?

[epodic]

[She always did have a smile that could light up a room, and all those beyond it. He half-expects her jump out of her seat to seize him once more, but the gentle bump against his ankle as he settles in serves quite well instead. She's never been shy about letting him know that she's glad to see him, and even if he's never been one to express his own feelings as openly, he feels quite the same.

He smiles as she slides the menu towards him, turning it right-side-up.]

Let us see— shall we try ourselves something new and daring, for fear of relying too much upon 'the usual?'

[quillandaxe]

[ That gets him an arched brow and another wide grin. Urianger being the one to suggest something new before she does? Now that's a surprise, but far from an unpleasant one. ]

Something new seems like it would fit the bill. As for daring ... I'm feeling a bit bold myself.

[ So lay on all the weird toppings and spices Urianger thinks he can handle. ]

[epodic]

[Perhaps he's done a little growing while she's been away. He is a great many things, but he'd decided some time ago that 'predictable' need not necessarily be one of them.]

Thy definition of 'bold' may well differ from mine, but I admit, thou has sparked mine curiousity.

[He could very well come to regret this, but it will be memorable if nothing else.]

[quillandaxe]

[ Moenbryda leans over so she can tap at the menu, unmindful or uncaring of the eyeful it gives Urianger as she does so. They've always been a study in contrasts, not just in disposition, but in fashion choices, and Moenbryda has ever been inclined to outfits that bare skin (and her tattoos) more than not... ]

Not the ones with strawberries, perhaps. That's a bit more like dessert than I'm feeling at the moment. Definitely not the one with mac and cheese, either. What about the gochujang and pulled pork pizza? Or something with kimchi on it ... you haven't taken up any fad diets or anything, have you?

[epodic]

[Never let it be said that he isn't a gentleman. He certainly does get an eyeful, but he's very quick to lift his chin and avert his gaze, gently clearly his throat despite the fact that he knows full well she cares little just how much he— or anyone else— sees.]

Not in recent days, no— I've found I have little patience for such things.

[Translation: even if he did try some new fad diet, chances are he's going to forget to eat and mostly sustain himself on tea for long stretches at a time, anyway. They would be a waste on him.]

That sounds full adventurous enough. I shall trust thy judgment. [He finally lowers his gaze, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth once more.] For better or for ill, we shall embark upon this venture together.

[It's just pizza, Urianger.]

[quillandaxe]

[ Look, sometimes food can be the adventure. Given how often she's likely bullied him into going out to eat during the more intense days of their dissertations, this probably counts as bungee jumping or something equally daring. ]

That's settled, then. [ Mercifully for his ability to main eye contact, she leans back in her seat so she can flag down a server to take their order. It doesn't take long, but then the next question is what they'll be having to drink. Moenbryda's got a ready answer -- rather than ordering one thing, she orders a pair of beer flights, rattling off her selection of ten or so beers to sample from the extensive draft menu. The server dutifully jots it down, then turns to Urianger expectantly. ]

[epodic]

[He'd learned to give up on resisting her badgering a long, long time ago— besides, does it truly count as bullying when he's become so very fond of it over the years.

Urianger's order for himself is far simpler— an old-fashioned— and illustrates the differences between their tastes just as everything else about them does. Once they're through, the server politely excuses herself to put their order in, leaving them to talk as they will while they wait.

Urianger smiles as he leans forward against the table, hands clasped together to rest in front of him.]

While we have time, thou must tell me all about thy most recent venture— where didst they travels take thee this time?