2019-12-28 - Pics & Plans
NYE plans, silly selfies, cheesy jokes.
IC Date: 2019-12-28
OOC Date: 2019-09-03
Location: Text
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3417
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: My me can't stop thinking about your you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: It's getting to be problematic.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: My me keeps reminding me all about your you, too.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Maybe we should do something about this.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'd like that. A lot.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Soon.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Not now.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Cuz I'm spending time with my little sister right now.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Theoretically.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: She's run off and left me to my own devices.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Do you work NYE?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I was about to ask how it was both theoretical and right now. Sounded more like a matter for physics than chemistry.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'm pretty fucking fantastic at physics fwiw.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Then I'll definitely call you up next time my Toyota Tardis breaks down and I need a quantum mechanic. Reliable my left asscheek...
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: But nope, not working NYE this year. And definitely didn't just take a quick jaunt to last week to fix that schedule.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: If you don't already have plans, we should do something.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: If you do, you should tell me when you made them so I can do something about that.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😂
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: You're adorable. 😍
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Yes, Mr. Evans, I was asking cuz I wanna do something with you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: No need to go sabotage my plans.❤️
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Good, that'll save me some ti-- effort. 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Can't promise I'm not inviting a dozen other gorgeous people too, but.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: That's how NYE should go. Ringing in the new year with all the best people all at once.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: And you are definitely best.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Wanna know a secret?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I do like gorgeous people. Is there a line for NY kisses? Just so I know how early to line up. Or whether to brush up on my "hey what's that over there?" line-cutting technique.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: and I ALWAYS want to know a secret.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Might be. Bring your bag of tricks just in case 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I just turned 21 in May, so...
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: First NYE out.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Also.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Thinking maybe of keeping a running list of way secrets of various qualities to bribe my favorite spyrate.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: There's an extra word in there...
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: You can decide which it is.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But hey, I gotta go. Sister has reappeared.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Can't wait to see you again. 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: As long as it's not favourite.😉 And a greeting to Ms. Jones junior.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: If I tell her I'm talking to a pretty boy, she's gonna demand pictures.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Can't wait either. 😘 You don't think she'll settle for a glowing description?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I might. Feel free to tell me how cute you are 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I have it on good authority I'm adorable.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Damnit. Yes. You are. 💯
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: We owe her a picture.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Stupid smile gave me away.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: You're pretty damn cute yourself. And that sounds like a debt we can probably pay.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: IMG: Selfie of a faintly blushing Sparrow making a face, visible from the shoulders up in a black sweatshirt over a white button-up shirt with a hint of a silver chain below it, with a pretty girl with black hair who is obviously her sister peeking over her shoulder, making a fishy kissy face.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: IMG: Selfie of Rhys doing his best mock romance-novel-cover brooding-hero-staring-off-diagonally-into-the-distance, which would possibly be more convincing if a) he had a fan blowing his hair around, b) he weren't wearing a grey t-shirt with a hint of something blue on it before the picture cuts off, and/or c) there wasn't the vague sense he might be about to start laughing, has very recently stopped laughing, or possibly both.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Keeping that one for myself.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: To use as the cover for the novelization of our exploits.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I approve of this, but we're going to have to get you in somehow too.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Every answer I've got for that is filthy.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Since they can't see what I'm thinking.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: And if they could they couldn't put it on the store shelves.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Glad to know we're on the same page 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: That page probably shouldn't be the cover, but people should know what they're getting.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: You're not wrong. Can't complain about false advertising.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Contributing to the deliquency of minors and scaring the horses, maybe.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: But not false advertising.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: The horses are responsible for their own choices.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: omg yes ur cute but stop hitting on my sister now pls
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: im stealing her byeeeeeee
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Aw, but then I can't make a dumb joke about the following folly of foals and fillies.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Can't fault your taste in theft. Bye!
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