2020-02-07 - Not Walking

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Morning, Mr. Fucking Fascinating. 🌞

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Same to you, little fire bird.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I'm disappearing for a few days. Didn't wantcha to think maybe I rethought things and walked.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Thanks for letting me know. Your housemates would've gotten real pissed about me beating on the door at 3 am.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Pro Tip!

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Gotta take a little trip myself here. Be gone for a few weeks. Miss me.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : If you want my attention at 3am when I AM home, my room's back right. And I respond best to serenades. Get obnoxious with it. Cop two doors down'll cover for me.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Weeks. Fuck. Think I just might miss you.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Definitely coming back?

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Noted. I'll get Rosencrantz to serino de bergerac me.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Promise.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Good. On both counts. He's got the serenading thing down. And.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I like having you around.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : I like being around.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Good.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Wanna see my Gonna Own Arizona look?

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Should I be afraid?

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I dunno. Whatcha scared of, handsome?

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Not much.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Figured. So. Unless cute nerd girls getting ready to conquer the world are on that exceedingly short list, I think we're in the clear.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : They're #5

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : IMG: It's a Sparrow! Probably? The red hair is gone. It's all a pale bleach blonde now, shorter, styled back away from her face which is mostly muted hues today if the shimmery gold on her eyes and that black cateye come anywhere close to qualifying. Her lips, anyway, are a matte nude. So understated, especially with her clothes hidden beneath a plain, boring black coat. She might be at an airport.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : 💋

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : 5 is alright. I think I can do better.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Well damn, you went from hot red head to hot blonde. You're going to say you don't need it, but I approve.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Just cuz I don't need it doesn't mean I don't want it 😉

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : You can tell me how damned hot I am any time you'd like. <3

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : FWIW.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : You are hot as fuck too.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Must be why we fit.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : 💯

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Though.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : There's that whole fascinating thing too.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : (...)

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : We're alright, yeah?

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : I'm a difficult man and you are a headstrong woman who knows what she wants. We're going to clash. Doesn't mean I won't try to make it right, cuz I kinda think you're worth it.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Nothing to make right.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : But those words do kinda scare me.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Cuz I walked on the last man who told me he was difficult. Months after he issued that warning. But still.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Only person that can decide if I'm worth the bullshit is you.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Can I be a real jerk and ask you what you want out of this over text?

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I'm aware it's a shit question. And this is a shit way to ask it. But feels relevant.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : You.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : How much of me?

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Serious questions little bird.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Yeah.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Like you said. I know what I want.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Tell me.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : As much as you're willing to give.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : For as long as we're still having fun, yeah?

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I don't want the depth to drown us.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Fuck.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : What I prolly NEED is to get out of my own head for a while.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Thinking is bullshit.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Live from your gut, Sparrow. That's what you'd tell me. I want you, whatever you'll give. You want me, whatever I'll give. We'll work out the details when we're back home.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : Yeah. I like that. 💙

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Travel safe.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : You too, gorgeous. I'll be thinking about you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : Better be. Send pics so I get used to coming back to a blonde.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : You gonna reciprocate? I have no good reason except that I'm greedy and like looking at you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : I believe you prefer positive reinforcement.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : I do.

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : So then yes.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : IMG: Ridiculous kissy-face selfie with a tacky pattern behind her head, a glimpse of somebody else behind her in the next row. Looks like she's boarded the plane.

(TXT to Cristobal) Sparrow : 😘

(TXT to Sparrow) Cristobal : IMG: White tank wearing Cris in his kitchen, making same face.