#nimswap

Like, two months ago I decided that the best way to deal with shit was to not deal with it at all, so I did what the Aethernet commons do - I buried it. And by ‘it’, I mean my phone. And BRO, IT WAS SO LIBERTATING. Two months without my phone blowing up. Talk about heaven, and I don't mean the kind with the Big Guy Upstairs (whatever that’s supposed to mean).

Only problem was I forgot where exactly I buried it when I finally wanted it back. Whoops.

[Text] Thank you for your compliment, Santana. It’s been hard training. My skill, as you put it, is something society would find to be adequate, so there is no need for the pick me up. 

Aether, what is it?

He thinks of his brothers, mired in politics, and fighting off the newest world threat. He thinks of his parents, and how conforming had earned them a seat among the elite, and how okay that was. Just okay, so okay. Because they were something.

He had a life, before magic, goals and dreams. He hadn’t forgotten those, no, but what was he doing with them? Pouring them into slots and triple sevens, and pretending the rest didn’t matter, so long as he hit the jackpot?

Suddenly, he was angry, and he snapped his laptop shut with a bang. What the fuck had he been doing all this time? There were more important things in life than his next sale.]

DANI: Excuse me.

DANI: You don´t terribly mind using appropriate language and correct grammar.

DANI: Do you?

MARLEY: sorry sugs

MARLEY: my fingers dont wanna do all that shit, it takes too long! :^P

MARLEY: hey Tee :^)

MARLEY: so we r in a shitload of trouble

MARLEY: i just ran into fifi the fox and she is PISSED

MARLEY: i guess we missed a lotta sirens practices while we were in japan, whoops heh

[...]

MARLEY: also this is marley in case you dont recognize the new ###'s

MARLEY: funny story i kinda buried my phone in the dirt so i wouldnt have to talk to peeps and totally forgot where i dug that hole. but i gotta andy phone now!

MARLEY: andrew phone? it's a n d something

[..]

MARLEY: dude u there???

FROM: [email protected] TO: [email protected]  (@brodylectric)  SENT: June 15, 2018 09:45 PM SUBJECT: NO SUBJECT

Brody,

Good evening. I figure you didn’t know what to say after you and your partner recorded me without my knowing. I wish you could have notified me earlier or send me a message on any other type of social media.

This is an unfavorable situation and I wanted to know if you were thinking of expressing an apology. 

Sincerely,

littlefaerose: yo! for all u dudes and chicks and nonbinaries out there, even if u don't have a dad or ur relationship with daddio is super complicated or whatever, i hope u have a kickass day!

littlefaerose: u don't need a dad to make or break u i promise!

Hold up. She picks her dress up off the floor and sniffs it. Blech. Too smelly from travel. She tosses it behind her and goes to the closet and starts rooting through, some things falling off the hangers. She’ll pick it up later. “Damn, bro, why did you put so much pink in here?” she asks... well, she doesn’t know who she’s asking but whatever. There’s a loose blue t-shirt she comes across and pulls on along with some okay-smelling shorts. A pair of tennis shoes later, she’s out the door, using her fingers for a comb through her hair.

She can’t remember the last time she took a leisurely walk across campus. It’s nice. And the students left milling around campus? Hot. So many hot people. And it wasn’t just the sun either. How could so many hot chicks and dudes end up at this one school? Did they have statics to figure that shit out? Now there was a thought for shower time.

By the time she makes it to Madame Jason’s she’s ravencous. “Dude, I need like a dozen... anda half, donuts. And milk! To go,” she tells the cashier, who gives her a funny look before moving to grab a box. 

‘Feeling okay today, Marley?’ he asks. 

“Yeah, bro, just starving. Like when you woke up late for school and forgot breakfast and had to wait for forEVER for the lunch bell to ring. Gotta fill up, dude.” 

She pays the guy and carries the large pink box to the door, stuffing half a glazed donut in her mouth in the process. God, sugar was so good. She should have donuts for lunch. Or maybe pizza. Mini donuts on pizza? Was that a thing?

She nearly bumps into a passing group of girls as ruminates on this, sugar-crusted fingers moving her sunglasses off her face as she watches them pass with a grin on her face. “Ladies,” she greeted, “’sup!” Another round funny look, though one of them giggles. Nice.