2019-09-04 - Not All Awful

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Going out with some friends tomorrow night. Come with?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I wanna! If I can, I will. What are you up to?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Can I get away with telling you it's a surprise?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : But you might wanna wear something easy to slip out of?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : LOL. Are you selling me to a stripclub?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I mean. I don't think they're gonna pay me, but you might get tips! I'll tip ya for sure.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : So shady, omh.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : :innocent:

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : It's amateur night. I'm playing matchmaker.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Does that sound like I'm matching you with someone? :thinking:

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : A little bit. 😮

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I wouldn't mind a little post-show making out, if that qualifies?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I might refuse all together if I was told there was no post-show make-outs!

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Kinda wanna call your bluff.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : But kinda way wanna make out more.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I have something for you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Show me.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Are you home?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Yeh. But I'm waiting for Marius and Astrid to get home so I can have a talk with people. Need to tell'em some things. It's gonna be awks.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Oh.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Everything alright?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Probably. I had the dream again. The one from the other night? Last week? So I am going to tell them. Because repeat dreams is ... not good.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : You need anything, I'm right here, alright?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I know you've got your people.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Always good to have more people. <3

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : <3

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I have a thing for you two. I didn't give you any of the drawings from the trip.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Tease. Telling me that and making me wait.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Maybe I'll sneak over tomorrow before we go out to get naked.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I can yeet it into Alfie's window if he's not there and you wanna catch it. :crylaugh:

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Well fuck.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Way I'm seeing this play out in my head...

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : It gets half-way there before the wind catches it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : HAHA. Maybe.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Maybe it flutters to the ground.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Maybe even my backyard. What luck!

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Maybe the wind really takes it and it lands in a stroller. Imagine the nanny's face.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : So I dash down to go get it before the wind picks up again only to chase it across the lawn and watch it zip over--YES.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I've seen this movie.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Anyway.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : He's sleeping.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : :fingersnap:

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Pro at sloth.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : You wanna hear a weird story?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Every damn day of my life.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Heh.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : So. Went to visit a friend the other day. When I got there, he was standing at his cellar door yelling down at his brother.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : They were talking about like some big bug or something. Massive spider? I dunno. Whatever. Couldn't be that bad, right?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Figured I'd play hero and save these boys from the big scary insect.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : And I totally did, FWIW. Deserving all affection and accolades right here, thank you.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Except it wasn't a bug.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : It was a table. With some junk just kinda... clinging to it? Like these old tv antennas so it almost had a face.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : And it fucking came right at me. Running. Skittering. Alive.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : oH SHIT.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Right?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Kicked that fucker right in its weirdo face...

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : And fell flat on my ass.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I was sure it was gonna... uh...

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I dunno. I guess tables probably don't eat people?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I don't fucking know.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : It didn't. It was trying to get out. But the brothers wrangled it, held it still while I dismantled it.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : And it just... fell apart. All the extra pieces and everything.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : No drugs were involved, swear it.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : There was this eerie FOG in their basement too. Just went away when the last screw fell.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Fucking Gray Harbor...

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : If I sound less than weirded out, it's because we live in this town.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I mean. I told you so you might feel a little less weird. If I'm being honest.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : It's not all awful.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Attacking tables and terrible dreams are pretty awful.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : But that's not all there is.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : It's not all awful, no.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Just... you know. I feel like an extra in a Lovecraft story.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Better than having a starring role.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Unless I'm painting, and then I feel like the protagonist which is objectively worse.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Ding ding.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Yeah...

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Way cuter than Dick Pickman probably was, FWIW.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Especially in the dreamlands shit where he turned into a ghoul rofl

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : He was more friendly in those though

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I'm sure some girls are into that. I don't judge.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : If they're into being eaten, I guess. Pretty sure ghouls are the flesh-eating kind?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Trust me. There are definitely people into that.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : The internet is a scary place, Jens.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Personally, I prefer the biting doesn't break skin. In case you were wondering.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Bit of bruising is alright.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I';m not terribly keen on the smell of blood, frankly.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Or its taste. So we're good. 😛

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I'm gonna send you a picture of the first drawing I did, because I don't like to tease. You can get the original later.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : You know I'm not reciprocating, right?

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : You're getting this thing in person or not at all.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : It's fine.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Kinda wanna tell you I don't mind you teasing.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Kinda wanna see.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Well, there's a lot of them and you're only getting the one.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Oh.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : All from the trip or..?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Some from the trip. Some after!

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : This is the one from the car.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Brings back memories...

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Sure does.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Gives me a lot to think about.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I hope the thoughts are fun. Maybe they'll work their way into your dreams.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : You ever need a nice place to hide while you're dreaming...

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Define 'nice'. 😆

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Nice like that night.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Maybe I'll show you.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Best I can.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : I look forward to it.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I'mma go think.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : I'll be here if you need anything.

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : Good luck tonight, gorgeous. <3

(TXT to Jens) Sparrow : And I'll see you tomorrow.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jens : Good night, babe. <3