@danversiism texted: ( sms ) please ask your princess to stop asking me if he's a top. // unprompted !
Jessica simply blinks at the message, unsure whether she was more bemused or amused. To BE or A, that is the question.
[ β β€· carebear β¨ : ] done
[ β β€· carebear β¨ : ] give me two minutes
β Hey baaaaaabe ? β She calls into the void of the apartment, hearing movement downstairs and deciding to head toward it. Finding @mastcrmarksman, Jess greets him with a head tilt and a raise of her phone. β Ya wanna explain to me why you're trying to get my bestie to guess your sexual. . . uh, PROCLIVITIES ? β A smile breaks across her lips. β Because, pfft, you think she doesn't already know the answer ? PRINCESS ? β She giggles, waving the phone slightly side to side for emphasis.
β It's not fair polling her, stop harassing the poor woman. She's heard enough from me, trust me. β Jessica tosses her phone to her boyfriend. β Text her right now and APOLOGISE βΈΊ yes, I'm serious. β
