2020-10-05 - Walk the Green Mile

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : You OK? Addington defused. Sort of. I have a dinner date now. Absolutely consider that taking one for the team.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Oh god, so much to unpack

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I sort of noticed. Your hands were smoking.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'm fine. Got beers with Alexander and Cecil last night.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Dude, that bitch gets me heated.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Beer's good. What's her deal? Usual rich girl oblivious to world, or more?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I dunno wtf her deal is. Her skin may as well be plastic.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Just tell me. Other guy. The boyfriend, right? Please say yes. Awkward to get invited in front of boyfriend. Even more awkward to get invited if he isn't.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I know her dad died from some <s>veil</s> fuckery.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Either bf or pet, the way she fawns.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Erin Addington talked to me some about that. Not surprised anyone born here is weird. I've been here 5 weeks, I'm weird. Just wanting to make sure because guy following girl like that is either boyfriend or wishes he was, and the last thing I need is more people pissed off at me.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : He's got big Matt Donovan energy. Not too bright.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Also no idea how Erin is related to those people.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Every Addington I've met besides her is insufferable.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Don't need to be Einstein to be nice. Gonna try to make sure it's clear that yes, historian!Ravn will absolutely go nose around the oldest family in town but he's not looking for a girlfriend. Only met Erin once, seemed nice enough.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Shut that shit down boiiii

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : With a four by four cluebat if I must. Guy seemed nice. No desire to be a pain in his ass.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : But also good fuckin luck. Atli doesn't take no ez

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Glad to hear you're ok and not planning to burn Addington House down. Let me know if I can pay you back for the SoMe thing sometime?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Lemme tell you a little secret. I grew up with this kind of people, I can do the dance.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : You ain't gotta. Public service.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Also, secret? Really?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : 🤣🤣🤣

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Not very secret? Something. You read my SoMe history, you probably know the colour of my underwear.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Ew. No. But know who to ask for kompromat.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'll blame you if I ever get blackmailed on account of threats to tell somebody I ran away with a circus. Several times.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Let's have some of those beers at the Po/urhouse some night, tell me about your history of Addington feuding, I'll tell you all about the canapees and the quail eggs. Stay safe now, ok? And show me how to do those emojis sometime.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : squints

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Don't you have enough potential dates to deal with?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : ... That was definitely not intended to sound like a date proposal.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Oh. Sorry.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Sorry too. I don't do dates. Not if I see them coming first, at least. Or they grew on a tree.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Good. Same page, then.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : But you might wanna let certain blondes in on that.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Beer and griping it is. Hit me up sometime this week I'm not working, I'll buy the first round.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'll tell Miss Addington if I have to, yes.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Also, they're black.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : ... Easy guess. Everything I own but a single scarf is black.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Nailed it

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : You genius, you. See you around, Dryad Girl. Glad you're not on fire.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : 🌲🍺👍