Texts From Last Night - Folkmore Edition

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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Comments

Hayan Park | Unholy Blood | Legend

[thorncrown]

1) You are the only person I know that goes to a bar enough to charge your phone there.

2) She got stuck in the front door. She never told me how or why.

3) I just left. He's funny and he's cute. Downside: he thinks he can outdrink us.

4) [Text her. Misfires welcome.]

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[ebonheart]

I can't see there being a why. Though a how is a good question.

[thorncrown]

No kidding. I can't figure it out! Even if the door shut on her she could open it back up so...

[ebonheart]

Unless it closed over both her hands at the bottom? I'm trying to work it out in my head. If that's what happened, I can't imagine someone's luck being worse.

[thorncrown]

That sounds so awkward. And painful.

Maybe you have a point though, her knuckles were pretty scuffed up. She told me that was from fighting with a cat though.

[ebonheart]

Right. Was it a talking cat or a house cat, because I could understand if it was a talking one. Some get real mouthy despite their small stature.

[thorncrown]

Knowing here it was probably a talking cat.

[A disturbingly hot talking cat.]

[ebonheart]

I hope she protected her eyes. Those guys will go straight for them when drunk enough.

[ Seriously, drunk alfiq are no joke. She knows one who wears an eyepatch, but who knows if that's because of a barfight or if she tripped face first into something while wasted. ]

[thorncrown]

What, really?

I guess I shouldn't be shocked, they are cats after all. And eyes are sort of fair game in a rough fight.

[ebonheart]

They really are. I see a fair number of people with eyepatches around. Anyway, your friend. Did she tell you how she got out of that mess?

[thorncrown]

Mostly by me opening the front door this morning.

[ebonheart]

Ah, that would do it. I guess the how will remain a mystery.

[thorncrown]

At least until the next time it happens anyhow.

[ebonheart]

Maybe you need a kind of alarm to let you know when she's stuck in the door.

[thorncrown]

[... Pff.]

What, like some sort of buzzer? Or a camera?

[ebonheart]

Sure. Why not? It'd get her out of trouble faster.

[thorncrown]

[She's full on chewing on her lip now to not laugh out loud.]

We'll name it after her then. It'll be her special 'Trapped in the Door' alarm.

[ebonheart]

And if it's a success you can sell it to the masses. Surely everyone has that one friend who needs it.

[thorncrown]

Don't tell me there's an epidemic of people getting stuck in doors!

[ebonheart]

If not doors, than windows, hedges, under the sofa.

[thorncrown]

[Okay, now she does have to laugh.]

You're not speaking from personal experience, are you?

[ebonheart]

Let's just say I know a ship's captain who has spent more time lying under a sofa than on it.

[ His own fault, really. He refuses to acknowledge that he can't hold his liquor. ]

[thorncrown]

Here's to hoping he waits until after the ship is docked then.

[ebonheart]

Don't we all.

I'm kidding about that part. He has a stalwart boatswain who keeps him in check. But I'm sure she's appreciate an alarm.

[thorncrown]

I guess everyone needs a good partner in the end to keep them in check now and then, haha.

Not that I've ever ended up under a couch before.