yes shot ym litle vampire blanks all over town u probably slipped in some thx 4 asking fi we get raf pregnat we should get hm to name the kid > spoogex & stop him from doing a pternity test be a good time
u kwn what bitch shit aint all about u okay the fuck do u think i want u anywhere near my dick now we in the middle of a war with people fucking disappearing every other week i got socks & hand lotion and so much ohter bullshit wo some old leathery ex rearin out of the fuckin depths like cock riddled wit syphillis and jacked up piercing scars like hey u not havin a shit enough time kavinsky how u feel about a keen fucking reminder that i give zero fucks about how u doin besides u givin me what i want except i ain't even cool
[possibly a mild misunderstanding here what with lunch being one of those meals that vampires don't eat for multiple reasons, but you know, what could pppppossibly be more in-character than angry miscommunication.]
what hte fuck do you want from me seriously actual fuckin brunch zero fucks anymore playmate for ur preferred son, nico di angelo me 2 get rafa to stop bein pissed w you do u want me 2 dream a real live mark, is that ur thing now something magic fucking miracle 2 bring him to xist?
[kavinsky doesn't even reply. but at nine o' clock in the evening, there's a knock at the doorway, interrupting the repetitive susurrus of wind and sand and seawater outside. and through the peephole vex can see him. the vampire resting his shoulder against the doorframe, staring out into the night.]
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shot ym litle vampire blanks all over town
u probably slipped in some
thx 4 asking
fi we get raf pregnat we should get hm to name the kid > spoogex & stop him from doing a pternity test
be a good time
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saw you kissing that meathead at the party the other month. you into that now?
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willie, will, whatever the fuck
sucked out a lto of tonsils at that party
whats it 2 u shithead
cw: racism
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stick 2 vinyl ass chaps & fucking animals, sweetheart
[someone is prickly
particularly because he's short one whole boyfriend yet again.]
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i'm saying i miss you
1/3
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shit aint all about u okay
the fuck do u think i want u anywhere near my dick now
we in the middle of a war with people fucking disappearing every other week
i got socks & hand lotion and so much ohter bullshit wo some old leathery ex rearin out of the fuckin depths like cock riddled wit syphillis and jacked up piercing scars like hey u not havin a shit enough time kavinsky how u feel about a keen fucking reminder that i give zero fucks about how u doin besides u givin me what i want
except i ain't even
cool
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better idea: crackers and cheese
to go with your whine
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[possibly a mild misunderstanding here what with lunch being one of those meals that vampires don't eat for multiple reasons, but you know, what could pppppossibly be more in-character than angry miscommunication.]
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i'll ring you later
stay pretty
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seriously
actual fuckin brunch
zero fucks anymore
playmate for ur preferred son, nico di angelo
me 2 get rafa to stop bein pissed w you
do u want me 2 dream a real live mark, is that ur thing now
something magic fucking miracle 2 bring him to xist?
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i want you
has that not been clear enough or are you too busy fantsizing about my dead husband or whoever else i shag
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fine
sure
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theres this shityt british pub downt he block from where u live
meet u there tonight
9ish
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