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[despising]

"Los 'n boodskap na die beep."

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[burnination]

your shit is more frustrating than spanish, man. what does that even mean?

[burnination]

anyway i need u jude

[burnination]

v important

[burnination]

wheres a good spot in johannesburg for beer?

[passengers]

hey

so i said to my doctor

"can you give me something for my liver"



he gave me a pound of onions

[despising]

Howsit.

I don't get it. Is this a joke or are you sick with poor healthcare professionals?

a very loving voicemail;

[passives]

You're a loser.

voicemail tag

[despising]

[ Kit will get his own an hour later of: ]

You're a cow.

[text]

[stilinski]

hey uh
are we still on for that date?
I bought new jeans and everything

[despising]

Actually, my name is Elliot, not uh.
Of course.
New jeans and everything?
When would you like to?

maxwelliot

[burnination]

question for the ages

so important

jude, i need ur expert advice

[burnination]

grape jam or raspberry?

sorry I'm having withdrawals

[stilinski]

when's your birthday?

its ok uvu

[despising]

December 29th. Why?

fairly soonish after newt's intro

[burnination]

guess what i'm about to ask for

Oh he's gonna stab u

[despising]

Uncomplicated shower sex?

Five grand in quarters?

Someone to go trolley cart racing with you?

I don't bloody know?

A brain?

[stilinski]

i'm sendng that list
ebcause I"m a little drunk
and everyone besidesyou sucks

adorable
sexy
ridciulous
gorgeous
cutee
funy
brilliant
fluffy
stnnuing

i can't remmeber the rest right now
work in progresss

[despising]

[ This text both worries him and makes his heart do things. ]

Is something wrong? I mean, that's a very flattering list. Aside from cute, adorable, and ridiculous. Those three aren't true. I'm not sure if fluffy is either. I think that was a mistake on your part.

super best friends backdating club the first edition

[saints]

[ It's Sunday, and Sunday means sleeping in. It means sleeping in, it means doing laundry, it means catch up on the last chapter of that stupid book he's been struggling to maintain his interest in if only for the fact that Tristan hates to lose to an unfinished book. It's what brings him into Elliot's presence because clearly, someone as grounding and sure-footed as Elliot (lies) will help him focus all his energy into finish this book (also lies). But he does so anyways, searching the house top to bottom until he finds Elliot in their comfortable library, lounging on one of the seats big enough for two, possibly dozing, who knows, his eyes are closed either way and he looks so damn relaxed...

Oh no.

Never mind the book. ]

Ellie.

[ He says his name like an announcement of his own presence, swanning into the room and glancing a minute at the book, front to back, before depositing it gently on the mammoth desk in the center of the room. ]

Ellie, [ he croons sweetly, scooting up onto the lounge himself and sliding an arm rather carefully between the two of them, tucking in close. ] El-li-ot. You awake? I'm gonna steal a kiss if you're not. Hell, I'll steal a kiss from you if you are. But you'll hate yourself forever for having missed it.

is that a south park reference???

[despising]

[ He was napping, or at least somewhere close to it when Tristan found him. The greeting is ignored, he's busy trying to get some zs in. It's not until his name is repeated once, then twice properly that he's stirring. Whether it's because there's suddenly someone invading his space or because that someone is chattering at him, it's anyone's guess.

Lashes flutter as he opens dark eyes, his sights land on Tristan and he watches him for a second only before complying and shifting against Tristan. He's used to cuddling with the Heavenly, he quite likes it, so it's no surprise that he curls closer to the other witch. ]

Hmm? [ He was talking about kissing, did he want one? His shifting doesn't stop when he's comfortable, it stops when he's leaned in to press his lips against Tristan's. And maybe it's just a groggy attempt to get him to stop talking. It's short, sweet thing before he's leaning back. Some sleepy part of him thinks that will silence him. He knows better though. ]

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[saints]

Undo your weirdo dish magic curse or whatever it's important.

[despising]

Let me consider it.

















No.

text

[helical]

you've had to deal with the whole face twin thing right

Re: text

[despising]

[ Yikes. ]

Yes. Why? How may I help you, Alec?

[passives]

we've been friends for a while but i've never asked you this
do you like pineapple on your pizza?

[despising]

I don't like pizza.





I'm fucking you about. Yes, I like pineapple on my pizza. Are you getting me pizza? Is this a weird bribery for a shag? Am I being bootycalled.

text;

[vexy]

the last time we spoke it was 2 flippin srs

so i'm sexting u 2 make up 4 it, what r u wearing, luv?

wait no i'll go first: sweatpants, beer-stained wifebeater, crocs w/ socks & y-fronts with holes in em

oops sry gave myself a stiffy cant type anymore

[despising]

What is this. I don't want this.

backdated to the 25th of december.

[saints]

[ without much fanfare or celebration, elliot is now the owner of one (1) present, laid out in some black tissue paper on the kitchen table with his name on it in rather neat script (tristan tried like 20 times before it looked just right.) inside about 3 layers of the thin paper all tied together with black thread is a neatly folded jacket that when held up to the light, holds the color of a brilliantly-hued (and terrible) oil slick.

emblazoned on the lining inside in thread that shines much like the outer shell of the jacket, is a sigil that when touched, emits a warmth to it, not unlike holding someone's hand.

completely charmed against water, elliot won't need an umbrella if he happens to go outside, and should he set foot near any kind of body of water, rest assured, he'll stay dry and safe should things get dicey. ]

might as well give him love too

[unburies]

if you needed to get laid tonight all you had to do was ask

he doesnt deserve it

[despising]

[ This feels like a trap............. But he's a trash goblin. ]

Really?