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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

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[oldbetsy]

[Hold up, let her bark out a laugh at that.]

Well there goes the whole grim and dark angle he had going for him. Are you saying you want to bang a bug, Broflovski?

[She snorts as she plops the glasses down.]

I'm very metal, thank you. I did my time in the mosh pits and the goth trenches during the war known as high school.

[kyley_b]

A bee. [Snortgiggle.] I wanna bang a bee boy. [He cracks up laughing.] Don't tell anyone, nobody knows.

...I have a very hard time picturing you as a goth. You're not mopey.

[oldbetsy]

[She offers out a slice of one of the pizzas -- a standard pepperoni -- and sighs a little.]

We're adults here. You can say you want to be pollinated.

[The quirk of her lip says she's kidding, of course. A shrug of her shoulders follows.]

Some of us want to be Morticia goth and not Hot Topic goth, thank you.

[kyley_b]

Mmm. Forbidden slice. Thanks. [He is so happy.

And then he nearly chokes.]

Wow. Yeah.

The goths in my town burned down the Hot Topic.

[oldbetsy]

Don't blame them.

[Taking her own slice, she adds:]

I kinda of fluctuated though. I wanted to be a metalhead too.

[Here she flips one of her pigtails with her free hand.]

Pigtails go way better with band shirts than goth ensembles.

[Her brow cocks upward.]

You not go through any of the trends in highschool, minty fresh?

[kyley_b]

Metalhead I can see.

Your dedication to one hairstyle is unmatched.

[He shakes his head.]

Nope. I've always been a little anti-trend.

[oldbetsy]

[Helga is not so much of a terrible person as to talk while she's chewing, at least now that she's a full grown adult more or less. She does point at him with her slice however.]

I'll have you know I wore these pigtails and this bow throughout high school too. Helga Pataki doesn't give in to any social standards, thank you very much.

[Okay so she hid it under a hat during those years, so sue her. She pauses there and huffs out a breath, reaching for her skull-stemmed glass and looking away from Kyle as she leans back against her kitchen counter.]

I do change it up now and then though. Sometimes I wear it down, sometimes I curl it. I wouldn't have done any of that crap when I was a teenager though.

[Because that would make her a girly girl and Helga was still vehemently anti-girly girl even as she grew into an honest-to-god figure.]

[kyley_b]

Your bow and my hat.

[He sips his wine. The glass doesn't detract from it at all.]

Why not?

[oldbetsy]

Stubbornness, doi. I didn't do 'girly-girl' things, I wasn't falling into that trap and yada yada. I was Helga G. Pataki, an unmoveable pillar of not giving a damn.

[kyley_b]

You know what I like about you, Helga? Well, lots of things, but one of them is that you understand exactly how it feels to be too stubborn for your own good.

[oldbetsy]

[She opens her mouth to say something against that, pauses and then just sort of shrugs as she goes back for another slice.]

I'm not even going to try to argue that anymore.

[kyley_b]

Good, because it would just be proving my point.

[He munches happily, pleased with both the food and the company.]

Thanks again for this. Lotta emotional shit going around, you know? Like not even my own, just in general. You try to be there for people but it can be draining.

[oldbetsy]

[Helga snorts in amusement.]

My man, [she points at him now] you've got what I like to call the Shortman Problem.

[kyley_b]

...I'm six foot two, Helga.

[oldbetsy]

Doi, I've got eyes you know.

[She gestures her pizza slice at him.]

I'm talking about one Arnold Shortman, a guy with the chronic problem of wanting to be there for everyone all the time.

[kyley_b]

Oh.

I'm not THAT bad, am I? Like... I actually think I tend to be a little selfish, if anything.

[oldbetsy]

That's a load of crap and you know it.

[kyley_b]

It is not!

[oldbetsy]

[Helga leans over now, tapping Kyle on the nose.]

Okay then, bucko. Tell me one thing you've done recently that you'd classify as selfish. And it better not be asking for seconds at the dinner table.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle frowns and thinks.]

Well not lately, I've been too busy babysitting!

[oldbetsy]

[For a moment Helga isn't quite sure who he would be babysitting. She's seen ... like, maybe one kid that wasn't some kind of animal? Or well more than that this month ... oh wait.

She draws back, studies him a moment and then both corners of her lips quirk upward.]

Woah, geeze, Mister Selfish over here giving up his time to babysit a bunch of kids. Tell me more about how dastardly and selfish you are, good sir.

[kyley_b]

I hate you.

[He doesn't. He sips his wine.]

I've been better, here. I think. But I still don't think I'm bending over backwards too much.

[oldbetsy]

Your type never does.

[She sighs out and leans back against her kitchen countertop again.]

Arnold was just as bad. He'd have babysitted all those kids, given advice to a dozen or so people in memories and probably baked them all cookies after. If there was ever a visage of boyscout personified it was Arnold.

[And yet she talks about him with this very wistful smile.]

[kyley_b]

Yeah, well... I only made cookies a handful of times.

[It's impossible to miss that smile, but Kyle is also smart enough to not bug her about it.]

I think he sounds great.

[oldbetsy]

[Helga snorts.]

You would.