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bakerstreet2020-11-01 03:41 pm
madscenes) wrote in bakerstreet2020-11-01 03:41 pm
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sunday funday.
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
no subject
which is where you come in!
no subject
fine
just wait up
[ he needs to get closer. ]
no subject
[ in the meantime, she'll position herself near a relatively large pile of rubble off to the side of the flowers — specifically, she wants to dust the areas around the flowers so they're not so bothered by it. she's not strong enough to clean up all these stones and giant pieces of wood... so dusting them it is. ]