2020-02-05 - Boys
I was busy thinking 'bout...
IC Date: 2020-02-05
OOC Date: 2019-09-29
Location: Text
Related Scenes: 2020-02-08 - The world should tremble
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3840
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Broke up with Bond. Just FYI.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Wait... what? Why??? I noticed he moved out of the park
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Unrelated.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Just stopped being fun.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Turns out he was 100% right when he warned me he was difficult.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Relationships in general are difficult. People are difficult. Is there anyone who is not?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Me. I'm a fucking breeze.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Charming af.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You are def charming.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: 😆
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Some difficult is easier than others. Like AJ and me being on opposite schedules. That shit is HARD, but I love him, and we make it work.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I am sorry to hear that though. THOUGH... I mean, the age difference didn't give me a ton of confidence it would be long lasting. Sorry, I know. Age is just a number and all that but... But you also have seemed way closer to Rhys when I see you two together ever since Wrestling
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Not being able to open my mouth without him taking everything I say as an attack? Ugh. Cannot deal.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Understandable. You won't be mad if I still talk to him on occasion, right? You're too chill for that, I assume, but... worth asking.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Cuz he owes me some talking.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And yeah. Maybe the age is the issue. Maybe it's years of baggage I can't comprehend. I really don't get it. And no, NBD at all. Just cuz I've written him off doesn't mean everyone should.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: AND YES. Rhys is fucking amazing. Even if he IS a thief. 😍
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: stole your heart, did he?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: When HE twists everything I say, it's always in fun ways.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Stole my poetry 😐
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: well that's good.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I give my heart away 😛
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: then how is he a thief??? Did he steal your panties instead?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: My poetry! Literally. He stole a book of poetry from me. He told me he was gonna do it. And then he did 😛
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: wow. That's.... I am not sure I'd be okay with someone stealing my work
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I mean, it wasn't MY poetry.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Neruda.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Oh. Well, that's different. Was it good po.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: 😍
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Cuz that's my type. Sonnet 11. Either breathless or in Spanish. Maybe eventually both.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Rumi and Neruda - ways to get a girl to swoon
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: srsly
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: So, yeah. Just wanted to bring you up to speed.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Maybe actually say the words for the first time since I fucked off.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Thought there might be something to salvage, but.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: 🤷🏻♀️
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Sometimes shit just doesn't work. Not the end of the world, just the end of the thing that leaves room/time for the next good thing.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I am pretty sure you already have Hermione's time thingy to juggle all that you do. Men, school, work, parties, chilling, whatever else you do
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh. Like I ever wait until there's more room 😉
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Truth. Gryffindor secrets.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I barely manage time for my one job, one man, and a few hobbies. I need time magic.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: You forgot the band and organizing amazing charity events with the most badass people I know 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Those things too!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Figure I could use a new hair color. Ooooooor.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: An adventure.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Or both.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: What color?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: There's always room for two things. Jello, and adventure.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Blonde?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And yes. 💯
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: That's why I love you. You get what life's about.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: We can do blonde! I obviously am pro at blonde 😉
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: How long can I steal you away for our adventure?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Um... How long were you thinking?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Overnight?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Weekend. Cuz school.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I can manage an overnight just fine.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Good. Soon!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: How have YOU been?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I'm good! Been hunkered down a little bit. Trying to work out all the details before I actually start the reno. Like, how to stay open, all that. Been mostly just coasting along recently I guess. Nothing too exciting.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Yeah. I feel ya. Too much winter. I feel like all I want to do is stay inside most days despite having a whole lot of delicious reasons to get out.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Too much winter indeed. But, V day is almost here. If nothing else that means Winter is closer to the end than the beginning.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Though I've been doing a ton of readings. Got wine and pastries for one. A serenade for another. Homemade flan from this absolutely fascinating blue-eyed man that I think I might wanna keep around for a while.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Gonna drag Joey out to karaoke with me and Rhys? 😄😄😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I dunno. Maybe! Half the time we don't plan, just end up doing. Mostly he's like, 'let's!' and I'm like, 'okay!'
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: That sounds exquisite. Perfect. 😄
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: But I KNOW Rhys is gonna wanna karaoke. Like. His default state is where's the karaoke. So.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I'mma karaoke with that man.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: He seems like fun
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: So much fun.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Easy.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Joey's pretty easy too. You know, unless I have to visit him in the hospital or things then he worries about me worrying
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Fuck hospital visits 😐
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Maybe that's the key. I know I was all revved up about the challenge, about working to keep up. But fuck it. Easy is GOOD.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Was there a recent hospital visit?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Not like, super recent, but yeah. Just minor... but a lot of minor. He's fine
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Challenges are good sometimes. Like, you don't want shit to get boring. But it should be a hurdle on the track, not the whole damn track
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Are we talking boxing gone wrong, car accidents, explosions or giant killer crabs from the other side?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Srsly.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Little from column A, little from column B... or rather, C and D
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Gimme time to breathe between hurdles holy fuck.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Ugh. Fuck columns C & D.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Joey challenges me in good ways that make me feel alive.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And he's got a heart of pure gold and respects your badassery.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Sometimes, on occasion, I feel like we look at each other thinking... is this shit seriously for real? Like sometimes, neither of us can believe it...
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: What's so implausible? You're amazing together 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: but, we don't dwell on the questioning, just the being
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I mean, you're amazing separately, too. But you get what I mean.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: that's the part that is implausible!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Yeah. Fuck dwelling. Overthinking is anathema!
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Neither of us expected a to have a together to be amazing in. It still surprises us.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Is that a good thing?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: In my book? It's an amazing thing! Keeps us appreciating it I think. Not taking it for granted.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Good 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: How's everyone else? Corey? Alfie? Your neighbors, etc.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: AJ and Corey are BOTH working too much if you ask me and I never get to see them. 🙁🙁
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: 9 Oak has gone quiet. Gabe was alright last time I saw him though p sure he's grumbly about the cold drawing on since he can't garden.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Elias is amazing as ever. I should visit soon.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: The band hasn't practiced in way too long but we opened Winterfest and fucking killed it, so. That's all good.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Shit, I haven't seen Gabriel in forever. I need to check in on him. I don't know Elias. Really only met him that once. I was so sad to miss the Winterfest show. From all accounts, it was incredible.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Dovey is picking out formal dresses and makes faces at me every time I tell her how cute she looks in pink.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: what is she getting all formal for?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Well shit. Maybe I should introduce you to Elias. He's got AMAZING hair. And legs. And everything. Really. He's just gorgeous. And perfectly balanced when it comes to chill and boldness.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Some valentines dance at school. Already has a date.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Bax is magical as ever. Even if he's been going through some shit.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Think that's everyone? Did I miss anyone?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Oh. I met 007's other girl. She's doing alright too.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Seems real chill. Really like her. Shame everything's just kinda inherently weird there.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I mean. I did meet him. I think I kissed him? Or him me. At that party. I don't remember. He does have nice hair. I just don't KNOW him
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(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: OH RIGHT. Then you know how damned stunning he is.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I cannot tell you how happy that made me. Him showing up in that skirt.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And Bax with the ring!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Fuck. Halloween was GOOD this year 😍
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Grant is always going to be magical... though sorry to hear he has shit going on 🙁
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I mean. It's not all BAD shit.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Pretty sure he's seeing Corey's utterly fucking scary meticulous boss.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I don't know 007's other girl.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: No way!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And there is nothing bad about that at ALL.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Lucky bastard. Vyv is so not scary.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Evidently? The other girl is Gabe's partner. Like. Cop partner.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: oh really? Well, she's more his age....
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And you tell my brother that. He lives his life in constant fear and reverence.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: ducks
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: WTF is this shit about age OMFG!
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: LOL
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Bitch 😛❤️❤️❤️
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You love me
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I do. Lots and lots.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Even if you're OOOOOOOLD.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: and I can say Vyv isn't scary. I don't work for him. I just eat pastries from his shop, admire him from afar and swoon at his voice. I don't actually KNOW the guy, just talked to him a time or two.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I know. I am ancient 😉
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: His pastries are amaaaaazing. I am the spoiledest girl.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: C brings stuff home all the time.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: well duh
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I know how to weaponize that shit, too.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Took some over to a cute boy other night. He thinks I'm all fancy and dropping cash on his ass.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I did not correct him.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: poor innocent boy
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh. Like I go for the innocent type 😜
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: This one's kinda intense, too.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: The one who made me flan.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: you enjoy playing with fire. Flam making fire.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I doooooo. He's very pretty fiery.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: FLAN
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Fire.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: But like.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: He read chicken bones while I read his tarot.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: is that like, voodoo?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Uh. No?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I don't know anything about reading chicken bones....
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I mean. Nerd brain says osteomancy, but I'm sure he's got a more appropriate spanish word for it but fuck if I can remember what it is.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: okay college girl. I don't know that word either.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh. Osteo as in bone. And mancy as in divination. Reading bones.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Ohhhhh
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I still thought that was voodoo
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Or Santa Maria or whatever it's called.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I mean. It might be? I know fuckall about voodoo.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Or that.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: You want I should ask my pretty blue-eyed bone-reader to educate us?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Was it a good reading?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Sure!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I dunno. It was for him. Been seeing him, though, so guess it wasn't all bad 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: oh, the bones were for him too?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I thought it was a reciprocal thing.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I'll show you mine if you show me yours
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: the bones and tarot version
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Yeah. Kinda in tandem.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Nah. Payment was flan.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: ahhh
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: right
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: But I'll see what I can arrange. 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: alright. Who is this blue eyed man?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Who all do you have on your plate now? I need to update my data banks 🙂
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh. Depends on how you're counting?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: The important thing is how YOU are counting. What's important to you is important to me.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: AJ, obvs. Bax forever cuz BFFWB. My favorite thief Rhys. Cris cuz yum. That'd be Mr. Blue Eyes.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Garrett, too. Just been quiet on that front. And a couple other flirtations kept in semi-steady rotation.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Cris... the Platinum Cris?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Platinum Cris?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Isn't there a bouncer named Cris at the Platinum? Paladium? Titty bar?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Oh. Uh. Maybe? I mean. He wasn't working when I saw him there on amateur night, but maybe?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Beautiful blue eyes? Kinda snarly by default but kinda turns into this might devour you whole prowl once he warms up to you?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Again.... only seen him from afar. Never been introduced. Got in a fight with Itzhak at the Pourhouse once awhile back. iirc
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Hot but arrogant looking.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Huh. Hot but arrogant and might get in fights sounds like the right guy, yeah, but.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Who the fuck would swing at Itzhak? He is so sweet!
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: right?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I can't remember who swung at who first though. Mighta been the other way around.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: He serenaded me the other day. Fucking gorgeous.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Itzhak, I mean.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Payment, mind. Not romance. But.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I'll take it.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I hear he plays beautifully. Haven't had a chance to hear the proof yet.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Magnificent, yeah. And that voice!
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I didn't know he could sing.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: We'll have to arrange something. Figure out when he's singing next and POUNCE.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: maybe HE should do karaoke
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I think I'll have to extend and invitation...
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Good thinking, Stein! 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: That's what I'm for. Sometimes.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: That and your impeccable fashion sense, killer jello wrestling skills, mad interrogation technique and chemical coloration expertise.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And your adventuring spirit, obvs.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I should get to interrogate more people.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Should I just line 'em all up for you?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: shine the light in their eyes and make them talk!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Don't think I'mma be getting all SERIOUS like that again any time soon.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: "What are your intentions with my Bird? WHAT. ARE. YOUR. INTENTIONS?" "Ma'am. Fuck fun and frivolity" Okay then... you may continue
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Lesson learned. Fun is more fun when it's fun.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: ❤️❤️❤️
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Literal best.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: get myself a pair of skintight black leather pants. Killer boots. Act like some baddass. ah... fantasies.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Fuck.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: My fantasies too now.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I would rock a pair of leather pants
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Swing by to ask ME questions anytime 😏
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You got it!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: What size should I be ordering? Are we going matte or patent?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: gloss but not patent. Nice shine but just enough to highlight how great my ass looks in it.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: So I can think about how great your ass looks out of 'em 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: exactly!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Damn. I don't think I've ever wanted to be handcuffed more than I do right now.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: even when you were dating Gabriel?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Psh. Yeah no.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I showed him how good I am with my zipties, though 😉
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Like. On him. Cuz that's how this works.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: lol
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I'm terrible. Sat on his lap and shared a bowl of ice cream with him while his wrists were pinching.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: But that's just between you and me, yeah?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: who would I tell?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: and why?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I dunno. Gabe. To see if he blushes. 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: unless he tries to arrest me some day and I have no other way to try to get out of it.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I can make him blush in other ways. it's kind of cute how easy it is.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I have absolutely no doubt of that. 😍
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: You doing things he should arrest you for?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Which. Like.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: He's homicide. So.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: ARE YOU COMMITTING MURDERS?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Maybe! You never know!
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: 😮
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: what. Like there aren't a few people you wouldn't mind suddenly going missing.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: this world is full of assholes
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Heh. I dunno. I find it is super easy to just walk away and not have to deal with that nonsense.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Ooh. Maybe that can be my side gig with the interrogating. The next Dexter. Female version.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I ain't got time for shit that's gonna work me up to murderin.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Hot.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: I'm into it.
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: I think I am turning you on too much. LOL
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Define 'too much'...
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You're right. No such thing.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Truth. Specially when it comes to you. ❤️
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: ❤️
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: BUT. I should get going.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: You should have your pants in a day or two.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And I'll have your next assignment to you soon thereafter.
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: And adventure plans. 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Wait, what?
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You actually ordered me pants?
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Guess you'll have to wait and see!
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: You are an imp 😛
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: 😈
(TXT to Nicole) Sparrow: Love you! MWAH! 💋
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: 😗
(TXT to Sparrow) Nicole: Love you too. Have a good rest of your day
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