SEASONS - IC INBOX

[wroughtandtempered]

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

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[othellovonryan]

[Listen]

[Sometimes he likes to watch his girlfriends just GO OFF.]

[What if he just lays down nearby and watches her impressive tirade.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ buddy she's going to notice fresh Donnie scent eventually

not before she successfully finds the B button, though. REVERSE OBTAINED ]

Fucking— fuck you, finally, I am going to get a fucking blue shell and ram it up your fucking ass—

[ says the girl who... appears to be playing time trial mode. who is she even threatening? it's a mystery.

but on her next inhale she startles, concentration broken as she whips her head around ]

[othellovonryan]

[Computers are valid to threaten. They hear more than one might think.]

[He has his face in his hand where he's laying on the ground, wearing a hoody, and waves at her when she finally notices him.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ hitting pause as she visibly de-ruffles ]

...do I want to ask how long you've been there?

[othellovonryan]

You very much do not.