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[folkie]

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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[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.