text text text yeah.

[vigilanting]

text / sext / tfln these losers.

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[numptied]

( honestly simon you should know by now 90% of what he says is sarcastic. let's just not talk about bunce and her boytoy anymore. )

Uneventful. It's much more interesting now.

( especially now that he has the privacy to send this, just tasteful enough to leave room for simon's imagination. )

[scone]

( n i c e, saves it immediately. )

looks like you missed me too

[numptied]

Now what ever gave you that idea?

( read: why yes, snow, i missed you too. )

[scone]

subtlety isn't your strong suit
or something

living apart was such a bad idea
we lived together for four years and never did anything
now i'd kill for that kind of set up
i mean, not literally
you know

[numptied]

( someone is learning. )

It pains me to say you're right about anything, but
you're right.
If I'd have known you would jump me given the chance, I might had a dramatic breakdown sooner.
Alas, here we are. Together yet apart.

( ... )

How badly do you wish you could touch me?

[scone]

what kind of a question is that?
very badly
i texted you didn't i?

[numptied]

( nope, take that back. someone hasn't learned anything. does baz need to go over sexting 101 again. )

Christ, Simon.
Are you trying to kill the mood?

[scone]

oh
ohhhhhhh
the mood yes got it

answer's still the same though
just pretend i said it better

[numptied]

It's a good thing you're cute.

( well, more than that. but he's still being coy. can't let on too much at once. )

Now, would you care to tell me what you'd like to do if I were there?
Details, Snow.

[scone]

well for one i think i'd try make you louder than sir grunts-a-lot in the room over
you are much better to listen to

[numptied]

And here I thought Bunce was the loud one.

( why are they back to this. no. )

Be more specific. You know what I like.
I'll even be as loud as you want next time.

[scone]

she's easier to block out

okay
i think i would like if you put your mouth on me
and if you let me put my hands in your hair and tug it a little
and also when we finally get to make love, you call me simon instead of snow
it's always like a personal victory when i can make you forget what a hardass you pretend to be