Texts From Last Night (or tonight?)

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthlyish 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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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[fxckery]

[Eating does, admittedly, do small but immediate wonders for his mood--or, at least, is good at soaking up some of the beer sloshing around in his gut.]

You always worry about things like this?

(CW: death of a parent, homelessness)

[intemperant]

[pancakes are good for that. so she's heard, at least]

Yes. [and there's a pause] When I was a small child, my mother died. I ran away from the apartment we'd shared once the smell grew too awful and had to eat the leftover trash left behind by others.

[fxckery]

Hm.

[It isn't a mirror, but it feels like an echo. It's something to ponder around the next munching bite.]

Not a lot of that, here.

[intemperant]

[her childhood was...traumatic. not that she likes admitting to that. with most people, she's fine and everything is fine. but she trusts Ed enough to share things she's not willing to do so with others]

No. Fortunately fresh food is in ready supply. [almost under her breath] The will to eat is the will to live.

[fxckery]

[She's been sharing. She's also currently cooking. Probably right to get a half-thought out before his next bite.]

Tough getting used to, though, isn't it.

[intemperant]

[even if he did, she'd still care. and cook]

...yes. We had all the food we could desire at the Imonoyama mansion, but that seemed to encourage gluttony rather than appreciation.

[fxckery]

That's all right. [It takes a moment to hook up one leg, settling more comfortably into his spot and the (admittedly needed) meal.] Not always easy to-- reflect on things.

[intemperant]

[good, because cooking is Arashi's default mechanism when she's worried. or, if the one she's worried about is Sorata, giving him the cold shoulder until he figures it out for himself works best]

No, it's not. I used to think that one had to be serious all of the time to be reflective.

[fxckery]

Who the hell can be serious all the time?

[Not Edward, certainly. Not Blackbeard, even.]

[intemperant]

Myself.

[until Sorata slipped between the cracks in her defense with his warmth, kindness, and (surprising) intelligence and grasp of battle tactics]

[fxckery]

[Huh.]

That workin' for you?

[intemperant]

...no. It used to. But then I met someone.

[and it's a sign of how much she trusts him that she's actually willing to volunteer information about Sorata]

[fxckery]

Dangerous shit, that.

[Edward plz]

[intemperant]

Entirely.

Especially given that he's fated to die for the woman he loves.

Me.

[so it's better this way, her here and the other her potentially always there to find Hinoto with Sorata still unconscious]

[fxckery]

Well, that's love for you.

[Genuinely dangerous. Apparently deathly dangerous.]

Just have to take it as it is.

[intemperant]

Yes. But I don't want him to die.

[she wants him to live. rather desperately. live and maybe they could build a future together]

I suppose. He says it's all fated to happen. There must be a loophole somewhere.

[fxckery]

[An interesting thing to be stubborn about, but a good thing to feel the extent of the stubbornness. There's approval in the munching of his pancake.]

If there is, you'll find it.

[intemperant]

[she's remarkably stubborn about certain things, Sorata being foremost among them. first too stubborn to admit she was falling for him, then too stubborn to let him fulfil his destiny]

Thank you. I will.