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Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[nomansundertaker]

[ Wolfwood brings the towel back up, but some of the spray gets through. He shakes his head to clear some of it. ]

It hasn't been that long since I fought some monsters in Cruel Summer. I got re-sanded. Unfortunate reminder of home.

[fogsong]

No, no, I'm pretty sure that sand has been there since you've arrived. [ The jab comes complete with a flash of her tongue and a wrinkled-up expression. ] Nasty! [ Splash! ] Ass!

[nomansundertaker]

Sounds like some kind of pot kettle situation. What nasty shit have you had since you got here? [ He tries to get the towel up, half successfully. He grabs for the bottle of shampoo and squirts it at her. ]

[fogsong]

[ She's got some quip ready on her tongue when he starts to squirt the shampoo. Whatever game they're playing comes to a quick halt—at least on her end, eyes wide. ]

Hey, hey, don't waste that! [ That's your Stay-Alive-For-Vash-Poo ]

[nomansundertaker]

[ Sharon stops, and Wolfwood stops suddenly with her. His attention goes around them with the knowledge his punisher is in the next room. Not enough space in the bathroom for it.

Then she talks about the shampoo, and Wolfwood looks down. Waste it? He guesses Sharon doesn't entirely understand. He sets the bottle down, but it feels weird summoning shampoo into existence with her there, so nothing happens. ]

Guess you can wash my hair with that. [ He suggests instead. Half a smirk. She might kill him later, but it'd be bad to let it go to waste right? ]

[fogsong]

That desperate for my touch, huh? [ She tries to play it up, but the facade cracks in a matter of seconds, her smile wide and goofy. And just a little wet. ] Yeah, I can wash your stupid hair, but first... [ she turns to the mirror to check her hair, fingers to her scalp to ensure there's no soap left.

Can't trust Wolfwood with such a simple task, obviously! ]

[nomansundertaker]

Oh yes. [ Wolfwood deadpans. ] Vash touches me so little I'll just die of loneliness if you don't wash my hair.

[ He snaps the towel toward Sharon's head when she checks her hair. He did a good job, thank you very much. ] First, you don't trust me, your good friend.

[fogsong]

I'll beat his ass for you. [ Only mostly joking. She'd never beat Vash up, but she would knock some sense into him if necessary.

—ah! She glances at him in the mirror and then slowly, so slowly, looks back at him. ] Good friend? [ She narrows her eyes. ] Just good friend?

[nomansundertaker]

[ Wolfwood starts to laugh, but Sharon gets creepy and determined. She stares the way adults do when a child fucks up. Those don't always have much effect on him, but it's well done here. ]

Great friend. Should I have gotten us necklaces? [ His tone is light, but for all she's teasing, Wolfwood suspects there's something serious behind it. ]

[fogsong]

Greatest. [ She counters, brow quirking up almost as if challenging him to deny it, her smirk lopsided. ]

And what kind of question is that? Obviously. How else is everyone supposed to know we're just that close?

[nomansundertaker]

Greatest, who else would shampoo each other's hair? That's top tier friendship.

[ He rolls his eyes. It sounds like something kids would do, not adults. No matter how they act, they are adults. ] Uh huh, then how come you didn't get us necklaces?

[fogsong]

[ She flashes her teeth at top tier. ]

Would you wear it if I did? [ She asks it like it's some kind of big gotcha even as she gestures him over, adjusting the water with her other hand. ]

[nomansundertaker]

I would if you did. It's a two way street, Firecracker.

[ He lowers the towel like it's a big measure of trust. Whatcha gonna do, Sharon? ]

[fogsong]

[ Sharon resists the temptation to drench Wolfwood the moment he lowers that cloth shield, instead opting to beckon him over as she scoops up a bit of wasted magic shampoo, grinning. ]

I guess I'll buy us a couple of bff necklaces then. What do you think about hearts? [ The classic bff necklace. ]

[nomansundertaker]

[ The moment hangs there, waiting. It ends, and Wolfwood makes his way to the sink so his hair can get washed. Fucking luxurious here in Folkmore where he can shower and wash his hair more than once a week. ]

Hearts? Kind of morbid, but that suits us.

[fogsong]

[ She laughs. ] I wasn't thinking the anatomically correct kind, but if that's what you're into... [ She trails off. As if she isn't into that herself. ] They're usually ripped in half, though. It's symbolic.

[nomansundertaker]

[ He reaches up to turn the tap back on. The water, cool, hits the back of his head, and Wolfwood feels a shiver down his spine. It's cold. ]

Oh, we rip each other to shreds? Yeah, I could tear your heart in two, and you the same to me. It fits.

[fogsong]

[ She makes sure his hair is properly drenched before she works the shampoo into a lather and applies it thoroughly, working it in quickly but gently. His response pulls a chuckle from her. ]

I think it's meant to mean we fit together, but I think I like your interpretation better.

[nomansundertaker]

[ It's a strange feeling to have his hair getting washed. Memories of ages and ages ago, from before he was one of the older kids at the orphanage, old enough no one was going to adopt him. It seems like so long ago it never happened, but he knows it's not. Just cleaner water and better smelling shampoo. ]

Fitting together just means we have the power to rip each other apart. Two sides of the same coin. It's just a matter of which one you look at.

[fogsong]

[ She’s surprisingly gentle, and not a trace of soap remains by the time she’s done rinsing, attention thorough. ]

You make our friendship sound so violent [ Teasing, voice warm with affection, even as she dries her hands on the back of his shirt without a second thought. ] There. Hair clean, life possibly extended. You're welcome.

[nomansundertaker]

[ Wolfwood scowls over his shoulder as Sharon uses his shirt as a towel in a room rife with towels! There's another large one hanging off the wall, as well as smaller towels around. It's a rich environment, and her actions entirely uncalled for. ]

You say, committing violence against me. [ His shirt sticks to his back, and his wet hair isn't going to help. He reaches for one of the towels before the dripping gets too bad. What a problem. ]

Thank you, oh thank you, benevolent one.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon slings an arm over his shoulders as he dries his hair, leaning against him with her full weight. ] I guess it’s just all part of the package with us, bestie.

[nomansundertaker]

Ha ha. [ Her weight is nothing compared to lugging around the punisher. He doesn't even budge an inch. Instead Wolfwood wraps her into a big wet hug and shakes his head so water sprays out of his hair. ]

Right you are, bestie.