#text conversation

Me: do you think Sephiroth would be an iron maiden fan?

Him: na he’s more of a nihilist death metal kind of guy.

Me: what about pre Nibelhiem?

Him: hmmm maybe, I mean you can’t really live with Genesis “infinite in mystery” Rhapsodos and NOT know rime of the ancient Mariner.

Me: soooo, what I’m hearing is Sephiroth was maiden fan but JENOVA is a death metal fan?

Him: yeah basically.

me, who left my dirt outside for a few days and then it snowed: GUYS. MY DIRT. IT FROZE.

proceeds to send a video that basically is me saying "guys my uh-uh-uh-uh dirt it uh SLAP SLAP SLAP my my my dirt my dirt is frozen giggle HURL" according to one of my friends

friend 1: microwave it

me: I CANT. MICROWAVE THE DIRT. ITS IN. A PALSITC BAG.

friend 2: MICROWAVE THE DIRT

me: NO

friend 2: YOU AREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH TO MICROWAVE IT

me: WE HAVE A RELATIVELY NEW MICROWAVE. IM NOT GOING TO PULL THAT MUCH OF A STUPID

friend 2: PUT DIRT IN IT

friend 1: MICROWAVE THE DIRT. MICROWAVE THE DIRT IN A BOWL.

me: I CANT. TAKE IT OUT FO THE BAG

friend 2: CUP

me: IT IS FOR OZEN INTO THE BAG

friend 1: BREAK A PIECE OFF. AND PUT IT IN A BOWL.

me: NO IM NOT TAKING IT AWAY FROM ITS FRIENDS IT WOULD GET SAD

friend 3: light the bag on fire

me: NO

friend 1: youre being very difficult [me] you need to microwave the dirt

me: i will not. microwave. the dirt.

friend 1: microwave the dirt

me: no

friend 2: Microwave the dirt

friend 1: microwave the dirt

me: no

friend 1: yes

me: no

friend 1: you need to microwave your dirt

me: no

friend 1: youre being very difficult and abrasive i think your dirt would agree that you must microwave your dirt

me: no

friend 2, sends a video of a man screaming "do it": Now, microwave the dirt

That he is, that he is 🥰... For this one I did a cute little drabble/text conversation.

It’s longer than I meant it to be, and I made it a little suggestive cause I thought it’d be fun even though “treats” aren’t technically supposed to be that way... oops!😂

The sun streams through the window as you opened your eyes, waking up after a long, pleasing night with Sans.

Stretching out, you turn over and reach your hands out to hold him, only to find empty space on his side of the bed instead...

Your heart sinks as you look on with tired, bleary eyes, wondering why he left you...

*ding*

The sound of a text message notification breaks he silence as you turn back around. Reaching out an arm you pick up your phone and pull it to you. Noticing that the text is from Sans you quickly open the messaging app and scroll to see his latest text.

💀❤️SkeleBae❤️💀

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Sry i had to run bb, got work, i’ll make it up 2 u l8r ;)

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Relief floods over you as you release a deep breath and read over the message again.

He didn’t ditch you, he just had work.

🪲You🪲

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Run? Since when did u ever run, u lazy boy 🧐🤣???

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Almost instantly, the phone alerts you of Sans’ reply. He must’ve been waiting to respond quickly, as opposed to his normal response time of... a billion years.

💀❤️SkeleBae❤️💀

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That hurts. i’ll have u know im v energntic 24/7, dont u rmbr last night ;) ?

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Your laughter fills the room, a blush forming on your cheeks as you reread the message. A few moments later another text comes in, once again, from Sans.

💀❤️SkeleBae❤️💀

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Gtg back 2 wrk, love u babe see u l8r <3

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What has gotten into him today..? Replying quickly? Sending messages longer than three words?! Even so, your heart still skips a beat at that last text. You’ve heard it before, but you’ll never get tired of Sans expressing his love for you.

Crazy.