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text: thnk u 4 being hot

Unknown numbers always frightened him. He didn’t know rather to respond or to leave it be. The latter would be suspicious, obviously, but if he were to respond then is his location may be given. So much going through his head over a simple message that seemed to compliment his appearance. Then again, how could they know him?

[text] I think you have the wrong number…[text] and lowkey impaired but that’s just me

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[txt] he tried to kiss me and i told him you’d kiss him instead when you get here [txt] ur taking one for the team [txt] uh and he took the death threat a little too seriously, now he’s practicing lying in a coffin [txt] oh fuck [txt] I JUST GOT INVITED TO THE COFFIN [txt] s a v e m e

#epivhani #!rhymes #( i dont know if i was supposed to answer this but it was fun so---

▌ ————-——{ epivhani }————— · ▌

Aviana looked over at the other while she was struggling to get on the rather tight jeans. It felt like it was impossible to get them on, but she wasn’t giving up just yet. “I don’t need pants? I don’t need pants? Then how am I supposed to go to work? I can’t show up there and be like,‘Hey, guys! I was told that I don’t need pants so I’m gonna sit here and direct this with my panties. Yes, let’s start!’ That would give me those kind of looks! I mean, I’m already weird as it is, I don’t think I need to make it worse?” A sigh slipped past her lips as she laid there on the floor, staring at the ceiling while her fingers were curled into the loops of the jeans’ waistband.The struggle was real. It was just too hard to pull them over her thighs as she had a little thicker thighs than the jeans were designed for. Cool. That’s fine. Totally.

Yet another sigh was let out and she managed to stand up on her feet, “You know what? I’m gonna put these on and I’m gonna go to work like a thin stick! You just watch me–” And with a lot of force (and groaning) she managed to pull them up all the way over her thighs and behind; then with the energy she had left, she pulled the zipper up and buttoned the jeans. “I did it!” Aviana said gleefully while she could barely breathe (holding in your tummy wasn’t easy), but as she walked over to her bed and sat down on it, a sound of a garment being ripped could be heard. Yes, that’s right. It was her jeans – ripped at the crotch.

Looking over at the other female momentarily, she then closed her eyes and pressed her index finger against her lips. “…you know what? You’re right. I don’t need pants. I just need another box of pizza and a shoulder to cry on. Can I call in and say that I’m sick? That I’m dying because I can’t put on a pair of jeans? I can’t deal with this–”

There was no doubt about it, watching Aviana attempt to pull the too-too tight fabric of what looked like a stupidly expensive pair of jeans over her thighs and ass, and failing, was one of the funniest things Violet had bore witness to. But what made it that ten times better was her everlasting spiel. “Well, yo--” she’s cut off before she can even begin, but with Aviana talking she’s not too bothered, her voice was somewhat soothing despite the odd tone she was sporting, and so despite not being able to get a word in edgeways, Violet sits and nods every now and then, watching, waiting. For a moment, she’s almost certain that the belt loops will tear from the sheer force Aviana puts into tugging at them. And then there’s the groaning. It’s odd, but it makes her laugh, mirthful, like a child, she has half a mind to pull out her cell phone and begin recording Aviana, alas, she does not. She instead stands as if she’s going to stride over and help the other pull the fabric up over her ass, but the moment she takes her first step Avi’s got it up and is midway through pulling up the zipper. “You sound like you’re suffocating in those...” she comments but stops mid-sentence, the loud tearing noise forcing her into a fit of giggles. Shaking her head, Violet makes her way towards the other, and sits herself down beside her whilst Avi talks she nods, and hums soft. Dainty digits working the button undone, as well as the zipper “Call in, say that you’re sick, and we’ll spend the day with no pants, and pizza!” it’s a small gesture, but it’s the least she can do for a friend in need. “get those off first or you’ll just make that hole bigger”

#{ &; everyone is running in circles. }#epivhani