reveriance | texts from deck 3

texts from deck 3

it's tfln in space, guys.
all credit for image and idea go to sun dad apollo yo

Please tell me y'all didn't start involving my clothes in your fun times.

I really don't need to know that. You can keep 'em.

maybe it's you

A doctor named Shed? Seriously? Please no. I can barely eat the stuff we have here when I don't feel like death.

Then you're drunker than I thought.

No one that we know, anyway.

i diverted to the bar to get some booze
miller lives there i swear

sorry
don't put your clothes back on

I don't remember much of last night but I DO remember you telling me I could talk to you about anything. ANYTHING.

You are legitimately worrying me now.

When I think of a good time, that's not the first thing that comes to mind.

Pretty sure she's far more into whatever the hell is in this bottle than she's into me, Partner.

And maybe because it's her own damn choice whatever she wants to grind into? I don't think that's somethin' that you request, generally. This

Look

I think you're reachin'.

why? you don't think you're hot?

Hold on to that feeling. It will serve you well.

Oh.
And here I thought we did good last night.

Ain't lyin.

Though turned out he wasn't actually a doctor either.

I'm not really makin' my point.

Look, I almost got it to make lasagna.

Aren't you making eyes at that lovely young lady with the long dark hair and the legs for days?

Good is relative, anyway.

yes.

and?

She's got nicer legs.

yeah it's her choice, and right now her choice is to sit on your lap, friend
i'm pretty sure you don't have to request it, she's pretty willing

i thought you'd have more game than that, with your hot accent and all your smooth stories