001 | (this is so not what she) texted

[cowardley]

[ hey, look, it's a picture of a brightly colored phallic fruit from Sorrow's orchard.  it's laid out  on a cutting board next to a second brightly colored phallic fruit that has been cut into, and clearly chewed up and spit out.  next, is a selfie of ashley, her nose wrinkled in disgust. ]

The only room this 'fruit' could possibly be used in is the bedroom!!!  
Y U C K

[ and several minutes after the post occurs, out in hadriel, in the ud house, ashley screams in horror. that was not at all what she wrote. someone save her. call ghostbusters! burn the phone!  oh god, or maybe just kill her! ]

Comments

[unfollowing]

[Emily would disagree with that. You can kick racist ass. Tolerance shmolerance. Nick is an asshole, and Emily has no patience for that.]

You're probably right. [She huffs, scowling.] I can't fucking believe this. Nothing is sacred. [The gods. It's definitely one of them. Fuck this. Fuck this.]

Fuck this bullshit. I'm going to sew. Come if you want to, I don't care. I have to take your measurements, but I have other stuff to work on if you just want to stay here and cry about your dick pic.

[cowardley]

It's not a dick pic. [ She says it in a bit of a jokingly weepy way before she continues on. ]

But, yeah, I'll come with. [ She's a bit giddy about the dress, stuffing her mistexting, traitorous phone into her pocket. ] I've been thinking mint green, or baby pink.

[ For the dress color, obviously. ]

[unfollowing]

[Whatever, Ash.

Emily shrugs, then motions to the door, too ready to get away from the site of their little argument to bother saying anything about the fact that they're leaving right now.]

Whatever dye is easier for you to make, I don't care either way. You could just go ask Delight for fabric, though. It'll make your life easier. [Not Emily's, though. Her job will remain unchanged.]

[cowardley]

I don't really like asking the gods for things, Em. [ She's asked Hope a few questions, certainly, and has put in a single request with Delight, but she prefers to avoid them when it's possible. ] They kind of make me a little uncomfortable.

[unfollowing]

Makes no difference to me, so... [She shrugs again.] Though I kind of want to know what you use if you go for mint green.

[cowardley]

Spinach. [ Ashley replies quickly, a bit of a pop to her step. ] A quick dip in a spinach dye bath gives a really nice mint-sage color to white cotton.

[ She's gotten a handful of colors down to a science now, written neatly in a journal with strips of cheap cotton fabric to serve as swatches taped to the correct pages. ] I'll show you the colors I can do so far sometime. There's a really nice steel-blue that I think would be a great color on you.

[unfollowing]

Wow, look at you, all smart about something useful for once. [She's totally teasing. That would be a great color on Emily.] I'm going to have to trade Delight for more white fabric at this rate. I'm down with that. You sure are earning your dress.

[Not that she wouldn't make it for Ashley anyway (money means shit here), but still. The help is nice, really expands what Emily is able to do with what little they have.]