#bewitchingbonbon

[text]: Glowly things tend to be no good, bon bon.

*cuddles* Thank you.

Well then. This will need to be explored.

D’AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, Thank you :-)

Tyler heard the distant ring of his phone, that annoying fuckin' song. The creators of Apple were trying to drive people to murder when they made that one. He set his drink down on the coffee table, a little too hard as it splashed onto the wooden surface. Clumsily, he got to his feet as he begun to dig around the couch and find the source of the ringing. Finally his hands grasped the cool glass of the screen and read Bonnie's name. He swiped once, but apparently not very well as it kept ringing. The second try he finally got it right. "BonBon, the B girl, Matilda. Wait Matilda wasn't a witch, wait was she?" Tyler's words were slurred together. He fell onto the couch, not very gracefully. He cursed as his head hit the arm of the automan. His laugh echoing into the speaker. "BB, how come you're no fun anymore? Is it because you know, you have dead people to talk to everyday. Like sixth sense, like that movie! Wait, wasn't the kid in that movie dead? Well you did die, so you're kinda dead. But not vampire undead." He struggled to sit up, reaching for his drink. The glass was now wet and covered in strong smelling whiskey.