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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[ricochetingbullets]

Coming here was the lucky part. I'd be in prison if I had stayed at home.

[ricochetingbullets]

It's a compliment! I'm just not good with expressing them to good-looking people as the initial text that started all this proves.

[decohere]

yeah, me.

guess you're used to judging the whole history of a person though.

not neighbors that dont want their homes caught fire in the middle of the night, at least

[white_widow]

Irritating as it is, I also have to admit I'm lucky for coming here too, for a few reasons that I am not going to elaborate on at this time.

[white_widow]

Shame, half and half would have been more interesting. But thank you.

So you do also find her attractive. You have a bad habit of confirming something after deflecting from it, did you know that?

[ricochetingbullets]

I know most people would want to ask why but I can't bring myself to care. I'll ask you about your secrets some other time.

[white_widow]

That is both fair and appreciated.

[ricochetingbullets]

I know.

[Part of it was his BPD symptoms and part was that Dex was just bad at giving direct answers because he was afraid people would use what they learned against him.]

But it's not one I'm going to change anytime soon.

[white_widow]

Fair enough. I would not change most of my bad habits either. The important part is the knowing.

[ricochetingbullets]

Well, I think this conversation has prepared me for bed......wait, what time is it?

[white_widow]

Many hours past a reasonable person's bedtime. Sleep well.

[ricochetingbullets]

I'm well aware of most of my faults, thank you very much. And you seem like the type to point out the rest of them if I forget.

[white_widow]

Mm, maybe. That would depend on the context.

But I don't know that bad habits are the same thing as faults. At least, not always.

[ricochetingbullets]

I'll put in these terms: if you think it would help me stick on the right path, I won't mind you pointing them out.

Sometimes they are. Like they're close cousins.

[white_widow]

I see. I would need to know what you consider the right path, to be helpful in that way.

Close cousins I can agree with.

[ricochetingbullets]

The right path for me is acting like a good person. It's a struggle for me and I don't like it much but the alternative is a lot worse.

[white_widow]

Okay. I will let you know if I ever think you are getting off the path and into the weeds, then.

[ricochetingbullets]

That's much appreciated. Do you want me to do the same thing for you?

[white_widow]

I -

Alright, sure.

[ricochetingbullets]

Good. We can watch out for each other without the judgment a lot of other people would have if we end up making bad decisions anyway.

[decohere]

Mn, I think when battles were fought closer to home, it was less an abstract idea of soldiers going off to save our freedoms, but an immediate reality of the necessity of protection. That people appreciated. When they didn't get their meat packed neatly in plastic from the grocery, but had to raise or hunt and slaughter their own, they couldn't squirm so much about the cruelty. The majority of people live so comfortably where they don't have to get their hands dirty, yet still benefit from a society that only functions because others are doing it behind closed curtains.

[at some point along the way she gently brushes her thumb over his palm, and then stills again, not wanting to draw too much attention that might result in him pulling away. because this is soothing, despite the topic of conversation. a simple touch that has no further intent behind it.]

You're not a monster, just because they got a peak into the inner workings of reality. They're just spoiled and naive and believe in a fairytale version of the world that doesn't and never has actually existed.

But if you had to live in another era, I think a cowboy hat would suit you.

[decohere]

think we've both demonstrated giving in to our impulses
but the youth usually benefit from not having a life full of learning the hard way quite yet.

you know, you're right. nothing bad happened. and maybe i feel a bit better for it, one less thing to hold on so tightly about.

[ricochetingbullets]

They could all do with being up close with a battlefield right outside their doorsteps. Maybe then they'd get a bit more appreciative instead of being fucking hypocrites up there on their high horses, looking down on everyone with judgment they haven't earned in being able to cast on others.

[Dex now definitely felt Ava's thumb running along his hand. But by now this deep into the conversation it felt more like a comfortable gesture than anything else, so he didn't pull away.

He grinned and completely brightened up when Ava said she thought he'd look good in a cowboy hat.]

Really? You think so? I always have liked Westerns a lot.

[decohere]

But... I think the weak can be worth protecting. There's other sorts of value they can bring to a community. For me, it's the greedy that need to go. The hoarders of wealth, of resources, that would rather watch others suffer without. Those that try to own other people.

[she's glad there's at least somebody to share in the bitterness with, how difficult it was for people like them to fit into society.]

Of course, the fastest draw in town. You'd either have your face on one of those wanted posters, or cashing in on the bounties.

[a small laugh, her hand slips intangible for the brief moment of lost concentration. she quickly tries to latch tighter onto his hand to anchor back to physical reality. except. the burn. she hisses lightly in protest, and pulls her hand away.]

[ricochetingbullets]

That's a perfect description of Fisk right there. Ruining lives left and right to improve his own. I would love to see him go up against you. When his charm and persuasiveness fails, he tries to use his physical strength to get what he wants. He'd be furious being unable to touch or even see you.

[The big gorilla in the white suit would be completely outmatched when it came to facing Ghost.]

I'd just need to learn how to ride a horse and I'd be all set.

[He felt that prickly feeling on the back of his neck when her hand phased involuntarily through his. Then he saw her pull away, realizing the burn still had to be painful for her. He paused for a moment and then decided to ask something to help shift the moment away from that awkwardness.]

What were you trying to cook anyway?