02 | forward-dated to apr 3rd, text

[cashlin]

[There are two failed attempts at posting this photo, both of which are still sent to everyone: the first is completely dark, and the second is half thumb and half dark red hair. The third's still got some thumb in it, but at least you can see what Lilith's trying to get a picture of. In the tiny crack of an open door is the inside of Lilith's apartment. It's not that trashed, which is great!

There's also a coeurl in there, square in the center of the shot.

Which. Isn't so great.]

coeurl in room

hlep ;hel p pls

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[text]

[murderpotato]

wht th f uck

[Typing is hard when your headache is trying to force your brain out of your ears, okay.]

[cashlin]

[she feels you man, she really does.]

its i nrhe living room

OHHFICK ME ITS MOVINg nvm flase alarm

[murderpotato]

[He didn't even drink that much, he's got like 500 times the headache because you assholes were loud and he drank Delight's shots to get rid of the migraines. It's a migraine clusterfuck in his head right now, Gren's life is suffering.]

wh y

how thfick didy ou get a ffuckin coeurl in yoir livinroom

[cashlin]

[SORRY GREN except not, she had the actual time of her life and also 2 or 3 of those blessed/godforsaken energy shots, no regrets. At least he can comfort himself with the knowledge that her headache-- and new pet-- are very possibly worse.

her reply comes several minutes later, after she's gathered the will to drag herself out of immediate coeurl-range.]

drunk me has a lot of ingineuty
*ingenuty
*INGENUITY

apparently

[murderpotato]

drunk you is ffuckin stujpid

[cashlin]

YOURe fuckin stupid

[murderpotato]

ido nt have afuckin coeurl in my fuck in house

[cashlin]

[n....ot wrong but]

it's at least a LITTLE impressive

[murderpotato]

an mostly ffuckin s tupid

its gonna eat you

[cashlin]

BULLSHIT ill kill it firts

but i need tokill it OUTSIDE

[murderpotato]

just fuckin killit

[cashlin]

u wanna mop couerl blood off my floors

[murderpotato]

may be you should stop bringin fuckin wildlife into yoiur fuckin house an it wont be an iss ue

[cashlin]

dont hold me responsible fr what drunk me has done

[murderpotato]

jkust quit bitchin and fuckin kill the thing its not hard

[cashlin]

shu t up omg it is TOO EARLY for YOUR bitchign im gonna handle it how im gonna handle it

[murderpotato]

bitchin aboiut it over the phone aint fuckin handl ing it

[cashlin]

im gonna bitch ALL I WANT its a free galaxy asshole

[and several minutes later, gren receives a photo of lilith's now empty living room!

...she's literally titled it "fukc_you.jpg".]

[murderpotato]

[Classy, Lilith.]

wh at do you want a fuckin gold star for no t bein completely fuckin useless

[cashlin]

[she's the classiest.]

see if i give YOU any sympathy next time you do somethign stupid

[murderpotato]

[Obviously.]

yoiull be waitin a long ffuckin time then

[Not because he doesn't do stupid things-- he does stupid shit on a daily basis-- but because he never will ask for sympathy.]