Of course you sent me a picture. Sen. Wilkes. Senan. You’re in deep, aren’t you? …As if you haven’t been for god knows how many years.
…We’re all a bunch of fucking fools, aren’t we?
I might endure. I don’t promise that I’ll refrain from muttering my irritations. Which are and I suspect will be many, if you’re to insist on such effusive sentimentality.
Not to say it doesn’t suit you. Or to brush over your talent for turning even the grossest predilections into not-wholly-noxious lyrical disquisitions. But I swear by the name of all that fucks, if I leave this string of messages feeling the least bit saccharine, my curse - and this abject sin - will be a sin on your head.
You’re stepping perilously close with your ‘friend’ talk, Sen.
Point one: If they’ve professed their love, you should probably expect Rin’s right beside you in bliss. Shit’s sake, when have the pair of you been far removed on any opinions? Two stubborn assholes in one asshole pod.
More precisely: You’re a dick, Wilkes, and a bona fide piece of shit, but they’ve always seemed to like you, and in fact I have it on semi-decent authority that they love you, so maybe start thinking of that - fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this - paradise as mutual.
…Can’t believe I’m saying this, either, but you might not make the worst husband. And, fuck, what’ve you got to lose by asking? If, if they say no, you’ve only got a year, tops, to carry that rejection around. And if anyone can get a ring on that snarky little shit’s finger, it’s you.
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I can’t believe you sent a fucking photo.
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All right. They’re looking good. Fine. Lucky you, etc. etc. (Again, no fucking telling them I said as much.)
Double lucky you - double lucky them? the way I hear it, you’ve both got talents to bring to the table not that you showed much that time weyou know what never mind - if I’m reading you right about ‘sharing their bed.’ And I assume I’m correct; don’t need clarification. Thanks.
Lucky Sen.
Lucky Rin.
An extra round of drinks when I see you. For celebration's sake.
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You do remember I’m a menace at weddings, right? You remember who you’re talking to?
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Of course you sent me a picture. Sen. Wilkes. Senan. You’re in deep, aren’t you? …As if you haven’t been for god knows how many years.
…We’re all a bunch of fucking fools, aren’t we?
I might endure. I don’t promise that I’ll refrain from muttering my irritations. Which are and I suspect will be many, if you’re to insist on such effusive sentimentality.
Not to say it doesn’t suit you. Or to brush over your talent for turning even the grossest predilections into not-wholly-noxious lyrical disquisitions. But I swear by the name of all that fucks, if I leave this string of messages feeling the least bit saccharine, my curse - and this abject sin - will be a sin on your head.
You’re stepping perilously close with your ‘friend’ talk, Sen.Point one: If they’ve professed their love, you should probably expect Rin’s right beside you in bliss. Shit’s sake, when have the pair of you been far removed on any opinions? Two stubborn assholes in one asshole pod.
More precisely: You’re a dick, Wilkes, and a bona fide piece of shit, but they’ve always seemed to like you, and in fact I have it on semi-decent authority that they love you, so maybe start thinking of that - fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this - paradise as mutual.
…Can’t believe I’m saying this, either, but you might not make the worst husband.
And, fuck, what’ve you got to lose by asking? If, if they say no, you’ve only got a year, tops, to carry that rejection around.And if anyone can get a ring on that snarky little shit’s finger, it’s you.[ … ]
I can’t believe you sent a fucking photo.
[ … ]
All right. They’re looking good. Fine. Lucky you, etc. etc. (Again, no fucking telling them I said as much.)
Double lucky you - double lucky them? the way I hear it, you’ve both got talents to bring to the table
not that you showed much that time weyou know what never mind- if I’m reading you right about ‘sharing their bed.’ And I assume I’m correct; don’t need clarification. Thanks.Lucky Sen.
Lucky Rin.
An extra round of drinks when I see you. For celebration's sake.
[ … ]
You do remember I’m a menace at weddings, right? You remember who you’re talking to?