2019-12-20 - Angry Bird

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Looks like this snow is going to cancel the plans. Guess I'll be someplace with snow for Christmas, after all.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Should I point out that there's a chance the roads will be clear enough to get you all down to the beach by Christmas?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Depends on how you point it out and what message you want me to take from it. 🙂

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : With the hope that your family isn't too disappointed with your first Christmas back with them.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Christmas is all about family, regardless if where you have it at.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : That the Duchannes family line?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Most of us, probably. Imagine there will be one or two who would prefer to be off somewhere warm.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : If YOU need some wamrth, you just lemme know 😉

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : 🔥

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Too much cheese?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Nope. Just had a thing. I might well need actual fire... or a lot of blankets. No clue how well this trailer is going to keep its heat.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Never tried arson before, but.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : ...

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Hey, you're the one asking for actual fire 😛

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : That doesn't equate to arson. I have the nice little fire outside. Or a little wood heater or something. Course, you could just sled your way over here and add to the warmth beneath the blankets.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : First?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Yeah, I was teasing, weirdo.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Second?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : That last bit is what I meant in the first place.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Everything okay?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : I think I get to be suspicious of you being intrigued in... well, trying anything at least once. 🙂 And yeah. Just a lot of things that don't add up when it comes to work. Don't like it. Keeps tugging on my brain. And while I love snow? The prospect of being cooped up for a few days in the trailer is going to make me go stir crazy.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I'mma tell you a secret about snow.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : It squishes when you step on it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : It can be weaponized, made into art and used in all sorts of fun.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : But most importantly?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Traversed.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Not in the means I prefer. My car does not do well in the snow. Never had to worry about it in NYC... not that I had a car at all most of my time there. Just walked, cab, or subway.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : ...

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I'mma have to ask that you get more concise in your complaints.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : However. I agree with all of your points. I do /love/ the snow.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You are so confusing 😐

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : What are you confused about?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : (...)

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : I love the snow. I do. And playing in it. I just don't know how I'm going to feel about the snow while living in the trailer, is all.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I dunno what I'm supposed to do with that, gorgeous.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Don't have to do anything with it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Alright.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You know where I'll be, nice and warm and with too many blankets.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You need anything, lemme know.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Made my offer, yeah? Be safe if you do decide to go out. Not sure that I like the thought of snowstorms around here in particular, either. Might just be a bit too paranoid after the last couple of things that have happened.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I give up.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : (..)

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Alright. Either you're writing an entire novella or nothing's coming, so.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : What I'm seeing on my side tonight is a lot of weird contradiction and you entirely ignoring me flirting. I'm reading that as this big nasty fear all tangled up inside of you, and I don't know how to help with that from here. Or if I can at all. I'm here, Yule. I could be there if you need me to be. I can just deliver some fucking blankets if you really ARE just worried about the cold. Whatever it is you're feeling right now is making you fuzzy around the edges when I'm used to directness, used to you saying exactly what you mean. If you want something? Tell me. Directly. Cuz your flirtation game is fucked right now, okay?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : all right. First? Quick transitions from family plans gone awry to flirtations will simply put me off my game because it isn't where my head is at. If it is my flirtation game you want, you need a better segue. Second? Concerned. For you. For them. Had hoped they would be out of the city for a bit. Thirdly? Just being you helps. I want to see you. Either over here or I will come there after the roads get a bit clear.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Harsh. Sorry, but I am probably always flirting with you?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : And I really don't need to be made to feel weird about it?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Just being me doesn't feel like it's helping here.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Then dont feel weird about it. I didnt mind that you flirted. I never do. I am just answering your concern about my flirting game.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Whatever.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You're telling me to wave a sign or something.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : It's not important.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Goodnight, Yule.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Whatever? Dont feed me that passive agressive crap. It was the only thing you responded to, so it must be important. I am perfectly fine with you being nonstop flirting. But I am not always on with it. My mind had been on the family, not flirting. You were the one who asked why it was fucked up.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You want outright aggressive crap instead?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I tried to explain where I was coming from, why this conversation was hitting so weird, including the fact that you are legit full of weird contradictions tonight.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : And you answer me with another, telling me that my flirtation shit is my problem, but hey me being me is just rad.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : When I try to back out of the weird conversation, you call me on that too.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : AND

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You have implied that I can't possibly BOTH flirt with you AND have ... any other feelings or concerns about anything else?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Like there's some toggle somewhere: flirt OR human.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I GET that that's probably not what you meant?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : But if you're gonna push me? Yeah, I'll push back. You want a fight, I'll fight.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : I called you on it because I dont want to let it fester. Would rather you be aggressive, yes. Better to hear it then be left guessing. Your original question felt like your concern was my poor flirting. Probably not what you meant. So I answered it. I know...

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : And I can guarantee I'm more savage than you, so maybe accept my exit next time so we can maybe not. Cuz all I'm hearing in my head right now is your warnings about how difficult you are and it rings like a fucking challenge.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I coulda handled my shit.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Feelings pass, Yule.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : You care. And want to help. So certainly didnt mean it that way.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Not sure about that right now.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : All right.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Are we done?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I ask because last time I tried to exit this conversation I got called passive aggressive.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Never been passive in all my life. Not sure why I'd start now.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Night, Sparrow.