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[unburies]

 

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[despising]

When you insult me I get butterflies in my stomach. I think I'm in love. Can we elope?

I guess he could teleport. There's theories he can fly too.

"i am not humouring you. ever."

[unburies]

you've got fucking problems. how about no.




you know what? go fuck yourself.

[despising]

Thanks.

What kind of drugs do you want?

[unburies]

[ she's not replying. she's actually ignoring you. ]

[despising]

[ After about five minutes, Elliot's rolled his eyes and decided she doesn't get to choose then.

In about ten minutes, wherever she is, in the air in front of her a thick black smoke will appear out of nowhere curl in on itself, and a bag of weed, some unassigned pills, and a smaller bag of something white will fall from it.

Enjoy your drugs or not. It's not like he cares. He does. ]

[unburies]

[Scarlett is sulking in her room, a bottle of gin in her hand. Her phone's been tossed across the room. She'd heard the alert go but she ignores it, taking a swig from the bottle. Yeah, yeah. Fuck off.

And then, just above her desk, thick black smoke. Shit. Has she set something alight by accident again? She scrambles to her feet just in time to see the smoke shift into nothingness once more, leaving a few items behind.

She carefully picks them up to inspect them. Well, shit. She's scowling at them for a while, feeling uncomfortable with all of this, including the text conversation, until she actually screams out loud to the air:]

You're still a fucking dickhead!