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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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[moseyin]

[Why do you have a nice couch tho, what are u, rich]

Do a chin hair transplant. I'll take it. [Closes his eyes so he's not staring awkwardly at her ear or looking too obvious about trying to avoid eye contact. If she draws stubble half as good as she paints beheaded-ness or contours nice tits, it'll look great.] Open that shop though. Isn't there already that clothes place? Just open up next door, makeover avenue.

[fogsong]

[ hey. this fancy hobbit hole was decorated by a multi-millennia-old vampire! it's exactly what one would expect. the home of a fancypants noble (with a splash of the messy artistic twenty-year-old).

She appreciates when he closes his eyes. How awkward is it being this close? Bounce, bounce, bounce. She stops now and then to take a step back to get a different perspective. Thus far, she's got the general shape and look of the beard down. It's very flat, though. Needs more shadow. ]

Nah, fuck whole makeovers. I'd just be a stubble stop. That's the only thing I'd do. [ Hold on let her grab a detail brush (did you know she paints with these... they're mostly clean don't worry). Time for individual hairs, baby! ] Plus, I couldn't do someone's eyeliner. I get the heebies just trying to do my own.

[moseyin]

[Kinda twitches. That tickles...girl is that a tiny brush, you are getting HELLA detailed up in there.] Got an eye phobia thing?

[fogsong]

[ She's aiming for as realistic stubble as a girl can get with a paintbrush and years of artistic experience. ]

Mmm. [ Oh. Wait. Actually... & now all she can think about is the nurse in her little red cardigan, always crying after Alessa lashed out, eyes bleeding and milky. ] I might. They make me a little uncomfortable. Not enough I'd panic but enough I'd rather avoid them.

[ Oooh! She pauses, steps back, and finally nods to herself, pleased. The stubble ages him some but she digs it. She grabs a mirror, holds it up, and says: ] Feels like I should call you Sir Strife or something. What do you think?

[moseyin]

[Hmm, she might? Files that away in Important Sharon Info in case it comes up. Knowing Thirteen...it probably will, at some point.

Sharon moves away and Cloud opens his eyes, taking the mirror from her. He's not expecting much; maybe some weird kind of disconnect, like when he'd first seen her severed head makeup. The double-take that comes when your brain doesn't believe your eyes, not that it's-

He stills.

A few seconds of staring, then Cloud reaches up slowly with one hand, almost touching the 'stubble' before lowering his hand back down, not wanting to smudge it.] ...it looks real, [he murmurs, something tight in his voice. There are different colors in the brushstrokes; it almost looks like the hairs would catch the light if he turned his face, it looks so convincing. Very, very convincing. He can't stop staring, something swelling up in his chest.

Could his dad have looked like this?]

[fogsong]

[ She picks on the tension in his voice, the shift in his expression; the way his eyes seem glued to his reflection as if he were seeing a ghost. A spark of curiosity flickers in her. ] A little uncanny, huh? [ It looks real enough that even Sharon is thrown off. ] You made a good choice, it makes you look older. [ And that's what he wanted, wasn't it? She crosses her arms and nods her head approvingly. ] Suits you.

[moseyin]

[The staring goes on for a little too long and it occurs to Cloud abruptly that he may be getting a touch too emotional about some makeup beard. He clears his throat before (reluctantly) holding the mirror out for Sharon to take back.] It came out really good. I thought I'd look like a dumbass.

[fogsong]

[ As she takes the mirror, without missing a single beat, she says. ] Oh, no, you look like a dumbass, just an older dumbass. [ She looks back and flashes her teeth as if to say "walked right into that one". Her expression softens quickly, though. It's not like she's blind.

She sets the mirror down, grabs her relic (strawberry milk pink, hush), and snaps a photo. ] Say cheese, Mister Strife!

[moseyin]

[Manages to get the middle finger up just in time for that photo, but you know what? After the magic she's worked? She gets a little half-smile in the picture too]

[fogsong]

[ New Contact Photo Obtained! ]

Very mature of you, Mister Strife. [ Says the girl with a floating head and illusion tits, grin toothy and wide. ]