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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 8:52 pm
medigel Text to Jack of No Trades:serious: you're seriously ridiculous Quote: Text to Jack of No Trades:he's gonna be my husband someday hopefully ;D Quote: Text to Jack of No Trades:sorry is that too homo of me Quote: Text to Jack of No Trades:should I be less homo Quote: Text to Jack of No Trades:also who said I was cooking for you, jeez, I'm not THAT talented
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 9:05 pm
kuroopu Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:That was a 6 out of 10 on my homo scale. Just enough to make me want to gag. Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:I've been asking you to be less homo since day one but I suppose that's a lost cause. Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:And I was also simply cutting you off from repeat ideas. I don't want spices in my system immediately on return anyway. Going to get fried alive as it is here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 9:12 pm
medigel Text to Jackknife:I wonder what would constitute a 10 Quote: Text to Jackknife:wait never mind I don't want to know Quote: Text to Jackknife:I'll just keep me and my homo to homo self and my hot homo lover in my fabulous homo dorm room and we'll eat homo breakfasts and lunches and dinners and go to sleep in a big homo bed Quote: Text to Jackknife:(too homo?) Quote: Text to Jackknife:relax jack jack I'll think of something that doesn't involve you getting fried to a crisp favorite color and you can't say green
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 9:18 pm
kuroopu Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:You disgust me. Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:^ Serious* Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:It ******** is green. Whatever. Black or blue.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 11:14 pm
medigel Text to Jackoff:I think by "disgust" you totally mean "you are totally awesome," but that's totally easy to mess up, they do sound alike don't they... Quote: Text to Jackoff:black or blue like when you beat people up is that how it is Quote: Text to Jackoff:you're so fun when you're stubborn
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 12:01 pm
Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:Hardy har. I don't beat people up, don't know where you got that from. No, he just strangled annoying ones apparently. Maybe Ian caught that off the twitterverse. kuroopu Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:Why am I still talking to you again? Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:Even Abbi is less annoying than you are right now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 7:55 pm
medigel Text to Jack of Spades:you're talking to me because we are like Quote: Text to Jack of Spades:totally bffs now amirite
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:37 pm
kuroopu Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:Perish must be into little boys because that's exactly how you're acting. We aren't best anything let alone forever, Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:.* Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:Just because we're texting doesn't mean you know me or can pretend you can. You are being used, Ian Rahal-Nazari because, I'm bored and you're willing, let's be clear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:45 pm
An extremely long silence followed these particular texts; so long, in fact, that it might have even been thought that Ian had fallen asleep or maybe his phone had died. Finally, however, quite a bit later, one single text came back:(It seemed Jack had inadvertently and finally hit a nerve somewhere, or maybe Ian had just gotten tired of constantly having to defend himself.)
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:46 am
And there it was, there was Ian's limit. Something to document: a text Ian had no stupid or childish retort for. He'd finally hit a nerve. In fact, he had been expecting a gay joke to come out from his inadvertent use of the phrase "I'm bored and you're willing", but this was much better. He'd won. He'd gotten the last word in. He'd at last discovered the limit he could push.(And now he wished he hadn't.) But what was one person, he asked himself as he moved back to his other messages to reply, what did one person matter? Don't think about it too much. Ian's just pissy because he's not getting his way. BFFs, what the ******** even... The friction was enough to sustain him, as much as it also left an uncomfortable presence in his mind, and so he just let it be as work piled up to keep him busy. Ian would not be disturbed by further texts from Jack for a while.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:00 pm
Day ????
(The letter that Ian had left on Jack's desk for when he came back was currently missing, the space where it had lain looking oddly blank, as though something was supposed to have been there. Ian stuck a mug there instead, a deliberately nerdy one just to be obnoxious.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:07 pm
Day ????
Maybe if he stuck a sticky note in its place, the absence of the guitar would be less conspicuous.
(Finn was such a douchebag.)
Ian highly doubted it (Jack was single minded, after all), but he put some blank ones there anyway, stacked them up neatly on top of a few books that Ian had gotten out of the Deus library that had looked vaguely interesting. He added a few pens, for good measure, and left them sitting while he went to take a nap.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:16 pm
Day ????
He wondered if Finn had talked to Jack about the guitar yet.
The answer, of course, was most likely yes, but Ian really didn't want to think about Finn and Jack sitting there, texting back and forth, laughing at Ian and his stupidity, because that was a terribly bleak prospect, not to mention disparaging.
Ian rearranged a few more sticky note pads until they sat just right on top of the books.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:36 am
Day ????
He'd been stupid.
He'd messed up.
The anxiety welled up in him, thick and cloying and sickly sweet. He rolled sideways in bed, wrapped his arms around Shiloh and held him tightly, buried his face into the neck of his boyfriend, because that was a lifeline and he couldn't take losing anyone else, he couldn't handle being alone.
Don't think don't think don't think.
But he always thought, his mind racing endlessly, always endlessly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:37 am
Day ????
No.
No no no no no.
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