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text; un: yona - sent at 2:45 am

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slaine
:(

[who taught yona emotes]

[terrantrash]

Lady Yona? What's wrong?

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hak's a JERK and he threatened to cut off my foot

( text ) FROM: °˖✧♔KING JJ♔✧˖°

[underwhelms]

SUBJECT: hot bod update

[ attached: a selfie of JJ's naked torso, slightly sweaty from exercise, he's probably flexing. His face is smartly cropped out given that it's blotchy from exertion. Also, his free had is making a "J" because of course it is. ]

got a long way to go but i'm pumped!!!
[ and then, inexplicably: ] #workout #guns #smartsexyandfit #exercise #fun

[ btw i hate myself ]

[terrantrash]

_{[What is this why is this happening...]}

You look very good JJ. I have a question...what is with all the #?

[underwhelms]

[ He does look good... That's the praise that he wants to hear. ]

they're hashtags!
its just a habit from instagram
it doesn't mean much here

text | un: leanne

[regives]

Hi I’m not dead.

[terrantrash]

_{[Let me set the scene for you. Slaine's just finished a meager breakfast, having made himself a cup of tea to sip on to clean his palette. His phone vibrates on the table and he goes to check it, only to quite literally choke on said tea. That wasn't a text he was expecting, especially from someone he hasn't heard from in awhile. Once he's caught his breath, Slaine's typing out a reply as quick as he can.]}

Miss Leanne? Are you okay?

_{[Yes hello, he was worried.]}

[regives]

[ Picture this: Leanne living lavishly because she's been working since she's got here and is rich as fuck. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine! I meant to contact you earlier but with everything that happened between people moving from Olympia to Wyver I've been super busy. I've never seen dragons before!

How are you? You've been doing alright?

DELIVERY

[underwhelms]

[ It's not a lot, but JJ's a little traumatized hearing that Slaine had not only lost his home, but had nearly been burned alive. With the city still recovering from the riots, there's not much that he can do by way of shopping. He could've treated Slaine and Yona to dinner, but he wants something a little more... permanent. Something that alludes to a sense of stability.

Eventually, he'll present Slaine with this:

A box containing a tea seat comprised of a porcelain teapot, two cups, spoons and plates. The teapot, cups and plates are decorated with gold and rose gold stripes, with the spoons are a delicate gold colour.

And of course, there's a long note characteristic of JJ's tendency to talk. ]

Dear Slaine and Yona,

Sorry to hear that you almost died! And that your house almost burned down.
There's no really putting it nicely, because that really sucks.
I'm glad that you two can at least stick together in this difficult time.
Of course, you're free to rely on yours truly, King JJ, for help whenever you need it.
This is just a small piece that I hope you can use to build your new home together.

Good luck, and chins up!!

Regards,
KING JJ

[terrantrash]

_{[This is...honestly one of the nicest things Slaine's ever gotten in his life. He's touched beyond words and after reading the note over a few times, he finally is able to pick up his phone and send JJ a few words of thanks.]}

JJ...thank you so much for your gift. Yona and I appreciate it immensely. It's one of the nicest things anyone's ever given me, so thank you.

You're a really great friend. I'm really lucky to have you as one.

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[cariad]

[Mikazuki's the last person in the world that needs checking on. He's also Yamagi's last remaining comrade and the urge to make sure he's still there is itchier than the knowledge he'll be fine.

Whoever's crumbled in a heap outside his door doesn't seem to be fine at all.]

Slaine... You-- Please tell me you're alright.

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[terrantrash]

<sub>[Does he look like he's alright?

He looks an absolute mess, cheeks tear streaked and one side of his face smarting from where Mikazuki had punched him. At first he barely hears Yamagi and it takes him a moment to even process that he's being spoken to. He doesn't even have it in him to do much other than shake his head no.]</sub>

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[cariad]

[It's a habit by now. Yamagi knows better than to ask, but the words are part courtesy, part instinct. They're the same size when he crouches next to him, two sets of slender shoulders and weary backs, a small hand on one of them now.]

Who's dead?

[The blunt words are only softened by the evident concern in his voice. He's seen Ride break down one too many times before the sobs had dried his throat and the pain hardened his eyes. Kindness hadn't gotten to him back then, but there's not much else Yamagi can offer.]

April 1 misfire text, un: Yousoro★

[ayes]

like Im thinking about getting a dog
but what if I go back to sleep up on the station
whod take care of him
hed be lonely (｡╯︵╰｡)

un: troyard

[terrantrash]

I think you might have sent this message to the wrong person but...dogs are really nice creatures.
Maybe you could entrust him to a friend in that case?

[ayes]

oh im sorry I thought i was messaging someone else
i guess i could do that but then what if they go to sleep too
is it just a cycle of him getting passed around

text | un: mikazuki

[sparsity]

dont go back to the institute

The most ominous text Slaine has ever gotten tbh

[terrantrash]

Why? What's going to happen?

[sparsity]

something was already happening
do you need work?

text, un. FREDERICK

[pebblestone]

[ Like...a week after The Incident, probably. ]

Apologies for interrupting your schedule but this is Frederick. We met last week after you were assaulted by a chinchilla.

[ Which he is still very sorry for, by the way. ]

I wanted to see how your wound was healing up? Have there been any complications?

text, un: troyard

[terrantrash]

Oh, hello Frederick.

It's healing well. There haven't been any complications. I'm sorry if I made you worry.

[pebblestone]

I'm glad to hear that. I should be the one apologizing. I ought to have been more careful with opening and closing doors as I ventured through the house.

I hope your children are alright as well?

Quality shitposting aboard Thesa Station

[meinwaifu]

[The station has been weird as of late. Doors leading to the wrong rooms, gravity malfunctioning, and then... there were the slimes.]

[Brightly colored and gelatinous, they were mostly harmless little additions to certain sectors of the station. But the ones who have opted to make Slaine their best friend ever are of a different variety. Bright red in color, they carry the unfortunate ability to dye everything they touch bright, bright pink.]

[Everything.]

[And for the past fifteen minutes or so, Slaine has found himself beset by the creatures, no less than ten of them circling around him and hopping around to see if they can't dye his hair any pinker than it probably is right now. Even his darker clothing is seemingly bleaching out and fading to a pink color!]

[And of course, it's at this moment that the worst person finds him, trying hard not to laugh from where he's casually perched up in the air near the ceiling.]

...having some trouble?

[terrantrash]

_{[Fucking understatement of the century, thanks.]}

Faust...what does it look like?!

_{[The answer is yes. Slaine wants nothing to do with these slimy creatures, especially now that he's bubblegum pink thanks to them. It's horrifying, to be honest. There's not one funny thing about it. In fact, he's just about to reach for his gun to start shooting the creatures if Mephisto doesn't interfere soon...]}