"Hey, this is Hunk. Guess I'm busy. Or I left my phone on silent. I do that a lot. Sorry. Anyway, yeah! Leave me a message, and I'll call you back. I promise, okay? Okay. Bye!"
yeah, well... whatever, right? we'll get you chilled out and you won't even notice if anything's going on between em.
And hey! This'll be REAL party time. we aren't in military curfew space camp school or piloting giant robots for the fate of the universe. we can be normal.
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Do you wanna meet up here before hand? I've got a pretty sweet pregame deal.
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But tell me more about this pregame deal.
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I have a brownie too but I haven't tried it yet so idk about doing that and going out.
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Otherwise...yeah man, count me in.
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How bout Allura and Keith?
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They're coming together...
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I asked Allura to come and then she asked if Keith was coming, so then I had to ask Keith but...Hunk, buddy, I'm suffering.
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besides, it's probably not happening. allura's pretty serious and keith's pretty weird.
[ You can bet your butt that this nosey asshole is on this shit now, though. ]
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...they can both be weird and serious, weirdly serious.
[Thanks bro.]
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And hey! This'll be REAL party time. we aren't in military curfew space camp school or piloting giant robots for the fate of the universe. we can be normal.
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...Dude, just--dude. Bless the idea of being /normal/.
;text | After that "disastrous" party.
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i mean, he was playing guitar, but other than that...
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Okay, not the point. Because he 1) danced with me 2) asked me to teach him salsa 3) kissed me.
He is never drinking again.
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do you know for a fact that he doesn't remember it?
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did you tell him what the hell happened?
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His current plan is to find a new desert shack and be a hermit again.
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