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Good afternoon, Gwen :) How are you?

Guess who's got a date!

You're not going to believe this

[ continued from here ]

That you have good taste but need to put down the paperwork.

I'm not gonna tell you what I did, but I did it.

And you owe me 20 bucks.

Stop messing with my phone Stark.

[ First, her ringtone had been changed to the song 'Because I'm Awesome'. Now, her texts made lightsaber noises. This fucking man-child. :| ]

So. Makoto. I got a few questions for you now that we've got the okay

I sent an inappropriate text to your father instead of you.

Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night to screech sing at me?

[ Bless technology for allowing him to sneak text messages to Chuck while stuck in one of these god awful department meetings. ]

Save me.

[ Proper punctuation? YOU KNOW THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS. And maybe just vague enough to give Chuck a mild heart attack. That was sort of fun, too. ]

Sooo what's the price?

[ Dude Mako please pick up. Newt is rushing around like crazy trying to readjust his day for this last minute project. But now that he knows? He has to. Has to. ]

Has anyone ever told you you make that dress look good?

[ well, he's been staring at his phone for an hour, debating messages to send. deleting and re-writing. all that comes out? ]

Digby is very cross that you're gone. He won't even look at me, like it's my fault.

[ aka, hello, i miss you, i love you and i worry for you. but, you know. dog. ]

So, hypothetically speaking, how would you feel if I told you I'd gone to the hospital today because I'd burned myself? Hypothetically.

... James just texted me. A picture. Of him. In a speedo. He's very, very drunk. Please tell me he's drunk.

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hey

[ Boyfriends talked to each other regularly right? Even if it was away from work? Whatever, he wanted to talk to him. ]

i. But it's a terrible idea! One erection and it's going to go wrong.

ii. I'm fairly certain you could wring out my liver and get half a bottle of wine...

iii. Well. Now I feel like I put pants on for nothing.

Good evening, Major Mori.

[ You can do this, Odo. It's just. Talk. ]

I trust you've made your schedule for the week.

[ Snapchat is a curious thing. Q hardly ever posts to his story but he does check at least one story from time to time. ]

Orange jumpsuit?

Hi. Is this ... Eggsy? Mr. Harry Hart gave me your number.

{ text to heartsof }

{ text to seeings }

{ text to 2013 }

{ pic to ferre }