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texts on a sunday

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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[ It's really gratifying to see someone appreciating something he's made. Matt's mostly experienced this with enchanted items, and this is a little different. Magical items have an undeniable utility, but taste is so subjective. Specific. He doesn't blame Mrs. Franchetti for wanting to feel this again.

When Steve looks around, the lights flicker. Matt clarifies, smiling, ] I think she's saying you're welcome.

I'm glad you like it. Thanks for coming over and giving it a try, and, you know-- [ He waves his spoon. ] --being so cool about the whole roommate situation. I know it's a little unusual.

Unusual, sure, but. So am I, right?

[ That's a joke but he does think that waking up defrosted after seventy years really changes his mind over a load of different things. ]

Besides, I don't know if I told you this already, but I'm a terrible cook. So - anytime I can get a homemade meal that I didn't have to make myself is a good day.

And this just happens to be one of the best ones I've had.

[ So he's duly impressed! ]

[ For whatever reason--maybe the wine, maybe the fact that Matt kind of did think that Steve could whip up a perfect Italian meal if he felt so inclined--he laughs brightly. ]

Well, I have a very good teacher. [ The planchette wobbles, emphatically. YES. ] It's not that different from spellcasting, honestly. Follow a solid tradition, don't be afraid to make substitutions that feel right. So maybe I'll be cooking a little more often, now that I have some of the basics down.

Well, I wouldn't mind getting more invitations over for dinner, if you're keen on cooking for two.

[ He'd, of course, pitch in for groceries, and also help clean up afterwards. ]

This was already really good.

[ So if there's only up to go from here? Count him in. ]

It's way easier to cook for two than for one, [ Matt enthuses. ] And you've been a wonderful dinner guest, so--yes, absolutely. Consider yourself on the shortlist.

[ And maybe, if he's very lucky (and doesn't cook Italian food), Mrs. Franchetti won't be feeling quite so chatty the next time Steve comes over.

Sorry, nonna. Three's a crowd! ]

[ Steve, who's only just met Mrs. Franchetti, doesn't realize that she won't be a regular occurrence in their dinner parties, though, two also doesn't really make a party. ]

I'll be honored.

What other things do you like to cook?

[ Now he's just fishing for possible menus in the future. ]

[ She very well could be. Matt doesn't have the heart to actively attempt to suppress her, or ... honestly even to ask her to keep it down for a night. So it all depends on how she's feeling. ]

I don't fully know yet, [ Matt admits. ] I know I like a lot of the herbs and spices that get used in Indian food. I work with a lot of them in my spellcasting, so there's some familiarity from that direction. [ He scoops up another spoonful of dessert. ] But I'm open to suggestions. I love taking on a project.

[ Projects, to him, are distinguished mainly by their externality. They come from other people, and they're for them. Matt considers his body to be a temple and tries to nourish it appropriately, but left to his own devices, he wouldn't expend much effort to actually cook. ]

Well, I don't eat a lot of Indian food - there wasn't a lot of it around when I was younger. And now, I guess it's just on my list of things to try. But I really do want to try it.

I'd love to help you cook it sometime.

[ He has to learn, too. He can't just coast off of his good looks and takeout every single day, right? ]

If you don't mind, that is.

[ Even Mrs. Franchetti is probably thinking oh brother, these two are impossible. ]

[ Like, if you were asking Matt, 100% Steve could coast. But he appreciates efforts at self-improvement. Learning and growing is what life's all about, right? ]

Indian it is, [ Matt declares. He brightens. ] And it'd be really nice to have a sous chef, so yes. I'd love it. In that case, next time I'll invite you over way earlier than this.

[ Mrs. Franchetti is a pretty tough critic, at least where Italian recipes are concerned. She would definitely have Words if she were alive, but for now, the planchette doesn't stir. (And neither does the refrigerator door.) ]

Yeah? That sounds great. I'll bring over some wine and we can make an evening of it.

[ That does, in fact, sound like a date, but Steve is nothing if not good at just missing the completely obvious. ]

Can Mrs. Franchetti still smell things? I'm just curious.

[ Maybe she can't eat anything, but hopefully they can still scent the room. ]

[ So the thing is ... look. Matt knows he thinks Steve is attractive. And charming and kindhearted and all that good stuff. And he knows that cooking dinner with someone over a bottle of wine is often a date activity. He's just not connecting those two things right now, under these specific circumstances, because ... being attracted to people can make you stupid. And while Matt's very smart, he's also so, so dumb.

In the meantime, Matt considers the question thoughtfully. It's a nuanced one, whether Steve realizes it or not. ]

I haven't asked her specifically. But other spirits I've talked to don't really have the same senses we do, whether they were originally from this dimension or not. Sometimes when they want to feel things, they'll ask to do it through me.

Still, I know it at least makes her happy. Being listened to. Seeing people eat her recipes.

[ Steve is unfortunately, very smart but also very dumb in the same ways that Matt is also dumb. He doesn't ever think anyone's interested in him until they're literally grabbing his face and kissing him. And even then, that's a fifty-fifty.

But, for now, that's not in his mind, but the thought of making a deceased lady happy is. ]

Then we should make more of her recipes. I know we're making Indian, but, mayb a dessert?

[ They could make it a habit. They could schedule them regularly. Like on the calendar. There must be a word for that. ]

[ Calendar, calendar, there's definitely something for that. In the meantime, Matt brightens. ]

I don't think there's a rule that you can't eat a cannoli with aloo gobi, [ he reasons. ] Let's feel free to experiment here. Do a little cultural fusion. [ He's about to add some quip about how it's the great American melting pot, but then he figures Steve probably fields enough USA-based jokes to fill a book. So he concludes: ] I'll pick an Indian recipe and ask Mrs. Franchetti about a good dessert. And then we can schedule our next our cooking--

[ Matt. Matt??? ]

--adventure.

[ There's a pause between cooking and adventure that Steve hears, but he also doesn't really know what to do with. He doesn't think about it further.

Personally, he doesn't think they should make cannoli, but only because it involves a lot of technique and deep-frying, both of which he thinks maybe they should save for when they're a little more advanced.

But he likes Matt's ability to dream big. ]

Sounds great. Though, with my work, I think maybe our schedule might be a little more... impromptu. We'll see.

Is that okay?

Oh, for sure, [ he agrees immediately. ] I guess I can't predict exactly when I'm gonna get pulled into something magic-related, either. Usually Dr. Strange is pretty good about dropping us back when we started from, but--

Okay. Plan flexibly. Plan to have more than one plan. [ He spoons up one last bite of panna cotta, smiling. ] Or sometimes to have no plans at all.

I like it.

Well, if you can get Strange to pick me up, that'd be all the better. No commute. Then I'll be freer, usually.

[ That's half of a joke; he doesn't even think Stephen likes him so he wouldn't ask him to be his personal uber, especially if he's not invited to dinner.

And listen, Steve doesn't want to deal with the judgment. He's a surgeon who used to be a high roller. Not trying to feed him his food. ]

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