TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[slushfund]

What the hell happened last night? I don't know and I don't think you do either.
1. Make a thread with your characters name, canon, etc. Leave it blank or comment with a TFLN.
2. Stuff happens. AKA people respond to you.
3. You can make them up or string together some actual TFLNs.
4. Always drink responsibly. In the future, of course.

Comments

[livefaster]

[Whomp! The hay breaks and softens his fall.

The antelopes come over to sniff them all :º you're not food.

Mike pets the one that's trying to eat hay out of his hair, though.] See? No harm done.

[dieharder]

[Chuck, on the other hand, cringes and tries to move as far away as possible from one particular antelope sniffing on his face. He gets up with some difficulty, which prompts some of them to move away.]

R-right. Let's just get in the car, okay?

[livefaster]

Right--ow, hey, there's a head underneath all the hair, you know?

[Standing up, as well, he shakes and dusts the hay off his hair and clothes, and pats the antelope again.

It nuzzles him.] H-hey, you're that guy--Yes, yes, sorry I interrupted your nap again. Go back to sleep, alright?

[Pat pats it and jerks his head to the car.] Less'go.

[dieharder]

[Just. What are you doing, Mike.

He sighs and brushes the hay off his own hair - a lot messier than Mike, predictably - and walks towards the car before any of the antelopes feel like munching on his head or clothes.]

[livefaster]

[Hey, they're nice, okay. They also give me smooshes and nuzzles.

Mike reaches to Chuck's head and plucks a couple of straws off his hair, shrugging.

Then in the car they go. Hi girl, sleep well girl, whoossa good girl.]

[dieharder]

[Apparently all the animals here give you smooches and nuzzles. Mike's just that kissable.

-- I mean.

You're not sitting on the driver seat, are you. Because Chuck will worry that you'll turn the key at any second.]

[livefaster]

[He's just a very affectionate drunk, ok. Especially when you're cute and fuzzy and a rarity, Motorcity considering or not.

Maybe.

Not that the key is anywhere near the ignition mind.

[... does Mutt even have the "key to ignition" system, i don't remember]

But there he is, yanking the seat back and streeeeeeeeetching.]

Much better, right, Chuckles?

[dieharder]

[[yes it does you derp, he even has a skull-shaped key!!! GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST ASKED THAT AND THIS WAS TOTALLY OOC WHATEVER.]]

Yeah... [Save for the antelopes licking the windows outside. He'll just keep them closed, and stretch his seat back too.]

[livefaster]

[[I DREW A BLANK AND I CAN'T CHECK IT OUT IN HERE I knew I could trust you so

... what do you mean this is ooc

I AM TOTALLY IC

LOOK AT ME DANCING THE HULA
IN A STRAW SKIRT
HIP SHAKIN
SHAKIRA SHAKIRA]]

I think they like you. [He grins at the antelopes.]

[dieharder]

[Mike in a straw skirt?? OKAY??? I DON'T THINK THIS IS OOC AT ALL.]

[In contrast, Chuck frowns and turns away from the window.] That's their problem, 'cause I don't like them.

[livefaster]

Why? They didn't do anything! [And they're not cats]

[dieharder]

Well... they kinda stink man, and they chewed on my hair. I'm lucky they didn't actually try to bite me or something.

[Oh please. Cats are a whole different story.]

[livefaster]

Well, as far as I can tell, we're the ones that smell funny to them.

And nah, total herbivores. They just like the hay in you.

[And he reaches to pluck yet another straw from his hair]

[dieharder]

I know that, Mike. I said 'bite', not 'eat'...

[Trying to take a peek at his own hair, he moves his hands up to run his fingers through it.] Man, I still have more hay on me?

[livefaster]

[A snicker, and he settles with his hands behind his head] A lot less now that you did that.

[dieharder]

Good.

[Except now the bits of hay are scattered all over Mutt. BAD.

Mike doesn't seem to notice anyway. He'll just clean it up later. He slides down the seat a little, looking over at Mike.] Good night.

[livefaster]

Night. [Mike smiles, blindly reaching for and patting Chuck on the chest with a sigh] Thanks for this, man.

[dieharder]

[Chuck shifts, cocking an eyebrow at Mike despite the fact that he can't see it right now.]

For what? For saving you from the big bad elephant, getting you a sandwich or just going along with your crazy ideas yet again?

[He sighs, and adds a little lower.] Because if that's the case then I think you still owe me a few more 'thanks'.

[livefaster]

Yeah, that's true, I...


[Hold on for a bit, the drink really is making him fall asleep, hand resting still on Chuck's chest.]

owe you my...



















[snore]

[dieharder]

[Waiting




and waiting




... oh. Never mind that, then. Why was he holding his breath for that anyway. He shakes his head, and moves Mike's hand to rest on his own chest instead.]

Yeah... sure. Anytime, Mikey.