[The finger hovering over the delete button at happy birthday-
Moves away with the image that scrolls to life with each tap of the down button. An infuriating reminder of his first week here, staring down insane livestock in a shitty rural town. A shovel wielding girl from the suburbs a savior in disguise.
It's so stupid, so absurd, so ridiculous in his early morning grogginess that he laughs - light, quiet and free.
He doesn't delete it. If he thought these crappy old smartphones could screencap, he would. For now, it sits at the front of his text messages.]
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Happy birthday, Akechi. Since you only wanted a text, I made a text picture of you and Danger.
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Have a good one.
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Moves away with the image that scrolls to life with each tap of the down button. An infuriating reminder of his first week here, staring down insane livestock in a shitty rural town. A shovel wielding girl from the suburbs a savior in disguise.
It's so stupid, so absurd, so ridiculous in his early morning grogginess that he laughs - light, quiet and free.
He doesn't delete it. If he thought these crappy old smartphones could screencap, he would. For now, it sits at the front of his text messages.]
Thank you, Aubrey.