STOP POSTING STOLEN MEMES AAVE

[featheryasshole]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT


★ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER.
★ OTHER PEOPLE RESPOND TO YOU AS IF THEY ARE TEXTING YOU.
★ YOU RESPOND.
★ It is last night: this means that EVERYONE IS either drunk and/or delirious and/or got into the cactus juice, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
★ Prepare for maximum shenanigans.
★ Can you guess where I stole this from? (hint: it's tph)

Comments

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She lets her eyes slip closed, just resting against him quietly for a while until she gradually becomes aware that he's...messing with something back behind her head.]

York?

[she sounds faintly amused, but she doesn't open her eyes.]

What are you doing?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Braiding.

[ ...he realizes how stupid that sounds a moment later, laughing quietly. ]

Sorry, I'll fix it.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

No, you don't have to. I don't mind.

[grinning, now, thoroughly amused. She shakes her head, carefully, so as not to mess up his work.]

Haven't had anyone braid my hair since I was little.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Used to braid my sister's hair all the time. French or normal or whatever, I think that's what it's called.

[ he combs his fingers through her hair, sliding chunks together, braiding them a little tighter, so the braids stay together, twisting them back gently into one. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Ooh, fancy.

[She reaches up carefully to feel the side of her head, touching the braids there lightly, since she can't actually see what he's doing.]

Never learned how to French braid.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ He snags her wrist, and kisses her fingertips lightly, before going back to it. ]

Having a sister meant I learned all sortsa stuff.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She smiles when he brushes his lips against her, dropping her hand to rest lightly on his thigh.]

Bet you were a good brother.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ oh. c:

York shifts back a little and draws her in, resting his chin on her shoulder, just sitting there a moment, stroking a hand over her skin lightly. ]

Wasn't too bad.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[She leans back with him, rubbing her hand up and down along his thigh, slow and rhythmic.]

And I'm sure you never teased, or pulled hair, or picked fights either, right?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ he's still buzzing, but it's not quite so bad.

Kissing her cheek, lightly, he smothers a yawn, fighting back the drowsiness that comes with alcohol. ]

Nah, sweetheart, I put frogs in people's beds or spiders or whatever.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah's doing a lot better now that she's done being sick. Now she's just feeling warm and mellow, resting her back against York's chest.

She snorts at his words, half amused, half disgusted.]

You wouldn't.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

What? To you?

Nah.

[ nuzzling her cheek, laughing. ]

I'm not that mean.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Not that brave, you mean.

[She grins, reaching her hand up to press against his cheek, speaking fondly.]

I'd kick your ass.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby.

[ he's teasing, clearly, grinning wickedly, waggling his eyebrows at her in an utterly ridiculous way. ]

You were one of those girls who punched and kicked guys you liked, I bet.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah laughs, shaking her head and scratching her fingers against the stubble on his cheek.]

Only when they put frogs in my desk.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ tips his head, and kisses her fingertips, even if he misses the first time. h-hurrr what am sobriety. ]

No worries there.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Just spiders, then.

[She smiles, turning her head slightly, tracing his lips with her fingers.]

Or are you trying to tell me you've matured since then?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

I've matured a ton, sweetheart.

[ oh. c: he doesn't even think about why that makes his stomach flips like that, all butterfies and fucking high school, but he's pretty damn okay with it. ]

C'mere.

[ tuuuugging up to kiss her. ]

mood what mood /RUINS

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She resists, though, pushing her hand against his chest to keep her distance, smiling ruefully and shaking her head.]

Have to brush my teeth first, remember?

LMFAO NO IT'S OKAY i was like lol he's gonna kiss her and be like B-BLEHGHGFHSG

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

--oh, ngh, right.

[ bonerkiller. KISSING YOUR CHEEK. ]

looooool

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[she sounds half amused, half actually regretful as she leans back against him, idly running her hand along his jawline.]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ he's content to just touch, then, curling around her, sliding a hand up the back of her shirt, stroking along her spine. ]

No worries.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[she shivers a bit at the touch, tucking her legs up under her and leaning against his side.]

Glad you came over, anyway.