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

[ex_prizeneck379]

[nvm you're hammered]

I'm getting you a taxi

[slushfund]

WHY ARE YOU SCARED???
stick your head out the window

[slushfund]

[ ... ]

i think i need a texi

[ex_prizeneck379]

[snerk]

took yer time

[slushfund]

stfu you're paying for this.
call them immediately, can you see the keybaord?

[ex_prizeneck379]

You think?

Keyboards are for pussies though.

[ex_prizeneck379]

It's on its way.

[slushfund]

[ In about twenty minutes, the taxi will be cruising by Mamoru's house, stopping in his driveway. AND THERE'S THE HONKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. ]

HERE.
get in the fucking cab.

[ As always, Hiruma's carrying his rifle and popping gum bubbles; the taxi driver looks petrified. ]

HEKO-- ... that was totally "help" but I can't stop laughgifdn

[ex_prizeneck379]

[petrified

For the chrissake Hiruma you don't even have any killing intent in you.]

[Opens

front

door.

B|

]

... you're fuckin' serious.

[slushfund]

PEDAL TO THE METAL RETARD, WE'RE GOING PLACES!

good me neitherklen

[slushfund]

[ A look to the cab driver. ]

Go open the man's door.

[ex_prizeneck379]

Givin' the man mixed signals.

I'm goin I'm goin.

[Tap tap tap]

[slushfund]

[ Well, the cab driver does what he's told, and soon they're barreling down the road. Towards. MCDONALD'S!!!!!!!!!!!

Hiruma, lounging casually in the back seat with Mamoru, appears to be deep in thought, lips drawn into a thin line. In reality, his mind is full of cheeseburger. ]

Let me ask you something, fucking shades.

[ex_prizeneck379]

[Oh dear. Is this one of those moments with drunken wisdom.]

Shoot. [kukukuku]

[slushfund]

[ Bear with the long silence, he appears to be struggling with the proper wording. ]






Where should I puke.

[ex_prizeneck379]

[Without skipping a beat, he presses on the button to lower the window on Hiruma's side.]

[slushfund]

[ Instead of heaving his guts out the window, his gum is promptly spat out. ]

Done.

[ vvvvvvvvvvvvvv goes the window back up, much to the cab driver's relief. ]

Yoo, we should film a spin-off of Cops.

[ex_prizeneck379]

[A snort and he leans back on his seat.]

A what?

[slushfund]

Cops, like, cops chasing robbers. Except not with nightsticks, with a katana.

[ The cab driver, still, looks petrified. ]

We could make BANK.

[ex_prizeneck379]

[To be truthful? Not far from what he was doing back home.]

Ain't one for showbiz, you know.

Bet you'd have a lotta candidates here, though...

[slushfund]

I have sohohohooo many candidates, [ Hiruma boasts shamelessly, cheek against the cool window. ]

Look you don't even have to talk or nothing, and your face'd cover like three target audiences.

[ex_prizeneck379]

Kukuku, minorities, disabled people and...?

[slushfund]

I meant girls and gays.

[ex_prizeneck379]

[slushfund]

I SAID WOMEN AND HOMOSEXUALS!