[ dial up tones ]

                                              begin. stats. ooc. 

same

“i kind of miss the ol’  brick phones. they were easy to use and a lot more durable. i say we bring them back.”

“what! that’s a huge step backwards, finn. don't be so bogus. these smart phones need to be preserved forever. they don’t even have keys anymore! can you think of anything that's more the bomb dot com than that?”

This can be m/m or f/m?

the voice catches him off guard. they were sitting in comfortable silence before dorian spoke up. “do you?” he wondered aloud. little did jamal know…

he let out a small and bitter puff of air, and shrugged. “i don’t know. i suppose i do.” the words taste awful in his mouth; it was bitter and thick, something that pressed down uncomfortably on his tongue. 

     ❛ i’m—–i’m not quite sure what you mean. ❜ 

       “ i shouldn’t be here, finn; not in this plane of existence. i'm — i'm dead.”