I see you pissing on your emoji territory. Keep it, what do I care. I have 💫, you see? My Nova.
Why is Senan telling you about my plumbing fifteen years after he sees it? It's good, but it's not that good. That's Rin terri
[...]
собака reads your texts.
Yes, I know this significance. Does he? собака, eh, he doesn't let people touch his phone. Well, but maybe he told you this already.
He breaks it before anyone can touch it; did he tell you about that?
One time, he threw his phone into traffic so a truck runs over it. It's spite. He's a spiteful man - like a cat, knocking shit off counters because he feels like doing so.
And you, собака, have a foul mouth.
[...]
Okay now, seriously, this between the three of us: limits. I won't make any threats or ultimatums, but if you want to talk to me, talk to me about something other than sex or how ever you call what you do to one another. Please. At least 75% of the time.
For the remainder, you’ve posed two questions I can scarcely begin to answer, and offered statements that require response.
Regarding Sen, I can only believe he was suitably impressed. Whether he’d speak a word of your plumbing now, I can’t begin to say; he mentioned it (‘it,’ I say as if possessed of delicate sensibilities; your dick is of course what I mean) shortly after playing what seemed to be an unintended witness. I found the gangle of a man wandering blank eyed and asked what in fuck’s name his problem was; he reported in uncharacteristically brief but illustrative enough fashion.
Regarding Verne: Is there ever a satisfactory answer? I’ve learned nothing of his reasons, nor has Mr. Navarro - who lent a hand in moving Jaeger out, and thereby fell into an unfortunate encounter with the sisters - informed me of anything save that Verne retained a photograph from the Y2K debacle.
Regarding myself: I am very like a cat in some regards, as my Puppy well knows. 😌
And for this matter of limits. Enri and I have consulted, and we’re agreed that 75% is a viable, if perhaps not ideal, request.
[ A photograph follows, almost certainly taken by Enri: Darius and Enri gathered close, both giving a thumbs up to the camera, both looking toward the camera but with eyes fixed peripherally on one another. It may be gleaned that Darius is settled on Enri’s lap; it’s very clear his arm is wrapped around Enri, and that there’s not an inch of space between Daddy and his Puppy.
Shortly after, there’s a second photograph: Darius and Enri in nearly the same position, only their hands have joined into a heart facing the camera, and they are absolutely, undeniably locked into an ardent kiss. ]
You may keep your comet all you like. I have my emoji, and I have as well my sun, my sunlight, my Sunny Pup. 😌🐕🍯
Who has, Vitya, a mouth at once filthy, divine, and eminently beloved by and dear to his Daddy. 😌
(As well, he is perfectly aware of my habits regarding phones, though I will note I have not ruined so much as a single phone in the past half year. You see how some things change?)
[ … ]
Did Enri happen to mention that he built a temple for me?
He knows me perfectly, Vitya. And he is the man and Puppy, heart and husband I’ve been seeking all this time.
I'm very glad you've found a man to bring you closer to yourself, Dasha. I can see he makes you happy, and this is important to me. More than your understanding of self, of your nature - 'more than a man', Enri says, and how could I be surprised by such a revelation in these terms? - it's your happiness and health that I wish for. As long as you are happy and healthy, I give my support.
This said: you have used your entire 25% in one text.
But, yes, he did mention he gave you a temple. He didn't say he built it for you, however.
I never thought this godhood notion would do you benefit, but I can see that finding a man who loves you as well as worships you has been very, very good for you. So, I was wrong.
I am happy for you, Dasha, and for your Pup. It seems as though you love him in ways that bring him closer to himself, as well.
2/2
V[ ... ]
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Vitya.
If I may call you so.
1/2
Why is Senan telling you about my plumbing fifteen years after he sees it? It's good, but it's not that good.
That's Rin terri[...]
собака reads your texts.
Yes, I know this significance. Does he? собака, eh, he doesn't let people touch his phone. Well, but maybe he told you this already.
He breaks it before anyone can touch it; did he tell you about that?
One time, he threw his phone into traffic so a truck runs over it. It's spite. He's a spiteful man - like a cat, knocking shit off counters because he feels like doing so.
And you, собака, have a foul mouth.
[...]
Okay now, seriously, this between the three of us: limits. I won't make any threats or ultimatums, but if you want to talk to me, talk to me about something other than sex or how ever you call what you do to one another. Please. At least 75% of the time.
[...]
Why was Verne in your apartment?
2/2
Shithead.
[...]
Dasha.
[ In Ukrainian, [ ] in English: ]
I think this might fit you better. Enri tells me I should [be cool] about it.
1/2
[ … ]
VitalyVitya, IDasha.
It does. Suit me; fit me [ … ] better. More wholly.
[ … ]
I did say that Enri has brought me nearer to myself.
Without him, I expect I never would have discerned - certainly, I could not have accepted - this part of what I am.
I would be far less without it; I was far less in my own ignorance.
[ … ]
Please. Do call me ‘Dasha.’ And you will - I think, and I believe I have reason to trust - remain Vitya to me.
2/2
Regarding Sen, I can only believe he was suitably impressed. Whether he’d speak a word of your plumbing now, I can’t begin to say; he mentioned it (‘it,’ I say as if possessed of delicate sensibilities; your dick is of course what I mean) shortly after playing what seemed to be an unintended witness. I found the gangle of a man wandering blank eyed and asked what in fuck’s name his problem was; he reported in uncharacteristically brief but illustrative enough fashion.
Regarding Verne: Is there ever a satisfactory answer? I’ve learned nothing of his reasons, nor has Mr. Navarro - who lent a hand in moving Jaeger out, and thereby fell into an unfortunate encounter with the sisters - informed me of anything save that Verne retained a photograph from the Y2K debacle.
Regarding myself: I am very like a cat in some regards, as my Puppy well knows. 😌
And for this matter of limits. Enri and I have consulted, and we’re agreed that 75% is a viable, if perhaps not ideal, request.
[ A photograph follows, almost certainly taken by Enri: Darius and Enri gathered close, both giving a thumbs up to the camera, both looking toward the camera but with eyes fixed peripherally on one another. It may be gleaned that Darius is settled on Enri’s lap; it’s very clear his arm is wrapped around Enri, and that there’s not an inch of space between Daddy and his Puppy.
Shortly after, there’s a second photograph: Darius and Enri in nearly the same position, only their hands have joined into a heart facing the camera, and they are absolutely, undeniably locked into an ardent kiss. ]
You may keep your comet all you like. I have my emoji, and I have as well my sun, my sunlight, my Sunny Pup. 😌🐕🍯
Who has, Vitya, a mouth at once filthy, divine, and eminently beloved by and dear to his Daddy. 😌
(As well, he is perfectly aware of my habits regarding phones, though I will note I have not ruined so much as a single phone in the past half year. You see how some things change?)
[ … ]
Did Enri happen to mention that he built a temple for me?
He knows me perfectly, Vitya. And he is the man and Puppy, heart and husband I’ve been seeking all this time.
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This said: you have used your entire 25% in one text.
But, yes, he did mention he gave you a temple. He didn't say he built it for you, however.
I never thought this godhood notion would do you benefit, but I can see that finding a man who loves you as well as worships you has been very, very good for you. So, I was wrong.
I am happy for you, Dasha, and for your Pup. It seems as though you love him in ways that bring him closer to himself, as well.