#text: sutton

wyatt (12.40am): sutton, are you alright?

[slightly backdated]

I’d put this whole thing under read more if i knew how to on mobile, its not important i just dont want to misplace it so i gotta post it

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Kyla: Can you dig through my stuff and find something to post National Dance Day?

Sutton: Why?

Kyla: Sometimes we dancers like to dance on dance day.

Sutton: So dance and post it like usual

Kyla: We had a horrible excuse for a field trip over the weekend

Sutton: That sucks, but so?

Kyla: We went to the auction house and stayed there a few days doing slave things because apparently that makes sense to someone.

Sutton: Oh no, did someone make you do labor?

Kyla: Yes actually

Sutton: Not enough actual human sized people at your school? They gotta send you to do it, the little fairy, really?

Kyla: We all did it.

Sutton: Damn the humanity

Kyla: There was not much humanity

Sutton: Sorry babe. You okay?

Kyla: I need you to come hug me. Like really gently.

Sutton: I’m in Paris rn

Kyla: Excuses, come on you’ve been in paris since I got here!

Sutton: I’ll be back to NY next week. Im sure you can find someone there to hug you. I only like hugging you to annoy you anyway.

Kyla: Will you find something to post please? My mom called because I didn’t post on dance day and wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere.

Sutton: You don’t have a computer?

Kyla: Omgggg shut up

Sutton: Fine, I’ll post something. It’ll have to be a tbt from a long time ago. Otherwise people will wonder why you’re posting stuff you’ve already done before.

Kyla: If you choose My Boyfriends Back i will kill you

Sutton: So we’re talking Single Ladies then?

Kyla: Yes, Sutton, do that, because for mother’s day I decided to get my mom a heart attack.

Sutton: Fine I’ll put up Secrets on the one your mom follows.

Kyla: Don’t put up single ladies or my boyfriends back on any of them, I finally got randos on youtube to stop calling me a slut for a dance I did when I was 8.

Sutton: Fine, I’ll find something else embarrassing.

Kyla: Wtf is wrong with you

Sutton: You’re hiding something from me and while it’s cute that you think you’re getting away with it, its also annoying that you’re doing it. Why can’t you dance, Kyla?

Kyla: You go do labor and dumbass workouts and sleep on concrete for a couple days and then throw yourself around a dance studio. Actually since you’re not a dancer, that would be hilarious.

Sutton: Now you’re throwing in a joke to make me think you’re fine

Kyla: I so fucking hate you

Sutton: You hate that I’m one of maybe 4 people on earth you can’t talk circles around

Kyla: That’s true. Just post Burlesque to my other socials

Sutton: The one you danced or the one you choreographed?

Kyla: Idc. Thx, ttyl

Sutton: Yeah no we’re not done here.

Kyla: Oh, right, I meant to ask you to book me for those podcast guest slots please.

Sutton: The ones you had no interest in?

Kyla: You said their audiences grew and that it’d be good exposure. Or something like that. Anyway, I found out there’s a radio station in town, so I could probably record there.

Sutton: Why now? Why not when I told you that a few weeks ago?

Kyla: You’re exhausting

-Sutton video calls Kyla-

-Sutton video calls Kyla-

Kyla: Not answering that

Sutton: It’d suck if I accidentally posted Burlesque to the account your mom follows.

Kyla: It’d suck if I told Ryan about Vegas

Sutton: One time I did that. How many times have you done dances you don’t want your parents to see?

Kyla: Ughhhhhh. I hope your hair frizzes up

Sutton: Tell me what I want to know.

Kyla: I already did. They sent me to do manual labor and I’m tiny

Sutton: But you’re really fit.

Kyla: When I move around. Doing one thing for hours on end makes me hella crampy apparently.

Sutton: You always tell me you can just dance through a cramp

Kyla: That’s my foot, not my everything else.

Sutton: You aren’t going to win this, Kyla.

Kyla: I’m not about to give in to your shit

Sutton: I think you are

Kyla: You’re not sending anything to my parents.

Sutton: No Im not. But I’m not going to stand back and let someone hurt you again.

Kyla: It was a field trip

Sutton: You wouldn’t be lying to cover for someone, would you?

Kyla: You weren’t even there when I had a problem.

Sutton: I saw the aftermath

Kyla: You saw me yell at people at a photo shoot. Once.

Sutton: Once was enough.

Kyla: I have 3 soldier brothers here. Nobody’s gonna touch me.

Sutton: You’re too hurt to dance.

Kyla: I had a small disagreement with a guard at the auction house and he didn’t like it.

Sutton: And for that he hurt you?

Kyla: Yep

Sutton: You expect me to believe that you were so unruly in a disagreement that prompted a guard to hurt a student? Really?

Kyla: I imagine I made him question his masculinity.

Sutton: It took you way too long to tell me that

Kyla: Wow sorry, next time you’re trying to get in my business I’ll make sure to fold faster.

Sutton: Thank you, much appreciated

Kyla: You done being a bitch now?

Sutton: Probably. Looks like your dance stuff is on my other laptop though so you’ll have to post a set of turns or something if you absolutely have to post something.

Kyla: Wow all that and you’re not helpful

Sutton: Have someone qualified check you out

Kyla: One of the subs here is a medic and he said he’d help

Sutton: Good. And don’t do it again. Your time to be bad is over

Kyla: I was never bad

Sutton: That’s on you, kid. If this is a thing where you’re covering for someone hurting you, go tell your brother before it goes any farther.

Kyla: If I do a dance and post it, will you shut up?

Sutton: Probably.

Kyla: Fine.

Sutton: You said you’re too hurt. Don’t be an idiot.

Kyla: I can do a hip hop one, I just can’t do a lot of floor work or leg extensions.

Sutton: You can do a dance with no leg extensions?

Jene: Hey

Jene: I heard