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]

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.]