#donttouchmysword

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[text] I had coffee at 11pm.

[text] I made cookies.

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[text] I thought you'd climbed into bed with me this morning. I was dreaming. It was a good dream.

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[text] Never pop in when I'm in the shower! I didn't know you were there! I could have broken my neck screaming and flailing back in to the bedroom!

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[text] Come on. Come hang out. I made chili and I have a comfy blanket!

[text] We can snuggle under a blanket!

Send ♣ for a drunk message

"You know its true."

When she was old enough, Ham had gotten the timer installed. She was always up on the newest gadgets, everything, and she knew it'd be amazing, she wouldn't have to worry about romance, could focus on science, on her work, school, wouldn't have to muck about. It'd be so easy.

She didn't expect so many years to go by. The counter counting down slowly. The closer it got to zero, the more panicked she'd become. She buried further in work, figured if she never left, it'd never reach zero. Met less people, did less things. She covered up her timer, wrapped her arm so she wouldn't have to see it, but too scared to have it removed.

Work was easy, science. Exciting. But love ... she didn't know anything about it.

She didn't expect to fall in love with a stray pup. Much less take him in, raise him, take him for runs, walks, to play in the park.

And she definitely expect to lose the leash and have to go running after Sy in the park, have him meet up with another dog, and a man dressed all in black.

"Oh thank you! Thank you for stopping him, I didn't mean to lose the leash, Sy's fast!"

She looked up at him and smiled, before hearing the beeping.

Send me "☑" if you think that I get my character correctly

You're kind of awesome :D

"Well hello, brother dear. And just where have you been?"