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[brewedwithspite]

NETWORK USERNAME: joyouswyvern

♡

And so the joyous wyvern ran,
Over the field and through the wood,
Until she reached her long-missed cave
And thought, "yes, this was good."

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text; un:gallus

[docktowns]

I have a potentially sensitive question, so I'm giving you an opportunity to tell me not to ask it.

[brewedwithspite]

You may ask. It's fine.

[docktowns]

Have you made quota?

[brewedwithspite]

Ah. No.

[docktowns]

I haven't either.

We shouldn't go to jail because we're stubborn fools, that's a terrible reason to get a criminal record.

[brewedwithspite]

[Apologies, Neve, but his response is a bit delayed because he's busy psyching himself up to send it.]

I'll make your favorite tonight. Do you know the way around the Up?

[docktowns]

You don't have to do that.

I know where the Dominant housing is. You're living with Taash, right?

[brewedwithspite]

I know. I want to.

Yes. 11th floor.

[docktowns]

I'll see you tonight, then.

text; un: sexiibabii

[jamieshark]

[Jamie texts Lucanis late at night, partly because there's a chance he might see it since he drinks so much coffee and partly because he kind of hopes he doesn't see it straight away because he's embarrassed.]

hey lu 💜
sorry for interrupting your date like a daft cunt the other day. hope it went well?

how's spite going?

[ERROR:UNKNOWNUSER]

[brewedwithspite]

G̵̮̕ỏ̸̧i̵͙̓n̵̢̉g̸͖͝.̶͙̔ ̷̳͗
W̵̊ͅh̴̹̉i̸̙̍l̷̻͝ę̶̏ ̶̣͝h̸̪̆ë̸̲́ ̵̙͑s̴̗̿l̵̙͗e̴̳̿e̵̟̒p̴̧̑s̶̞̿.̸̼̃ ̵͓̍

[jamieshark]

[what the fuck.]

is that you spite?
lu said you can't use a phone.

guess he was right. :P

[brewedwithspite]

Y̸̨̹͚̪͂̋̊͘͝͝ö̶̡͓̘͎͖͔̇̌̎̍͗u̶̒ͅ ̴̢͗͆͗ẁ̷̮̮͇̬͖̙͗̓̓a̵̘̬͒͊n̷̡͉͆͊̉͋̉t̴͈̻̮̗͈́̃̌͊̕͜͠ ̶̧̻̗̰̦́̀̅̾̈́̕t̴̲͛̿̎̂̃͝ỏ̸̤ͅ ̶̫̄̂̔̕̚ṱ̶̢͖̯͙͇̄͑̋a̵̼̦̝̙̥̭͌̉ḽ̵̙͖͓̇͜k̷̙̒̍͝.̷͍̳̏



N̴̤̆̄̍́̀̿͗o̴̘͙̣̖̊͑t̴̨̛͔͈͍̺͂͐̏̂͗́ ̶̲̗̦̮̪̯̲͖̐̇̌̌h̶̨̫̳̱̗̞̖͖͛͂͒̌e̶͖͖̙̻̝̖̿̇̆̊r̵̲̈́̊͒è̸̢̱̤.̷̡̩̘͚̲͎̫̟͛̈́̾͗̃

[jamieshark]

sure man.
my dom is out if you wanna come over? could play some games or something. it's 005-B.

[brewedwithspite]

L̶͖͖͝ö̴̰̚ȯ̷͉͑k̵̜̄̾.̸̭͇̆ ̴̜̹̈́

Ỏ̸̡ủ̷̙ẗ̴̖̗́͐s̴̫͒̈́i̶̢͈̒d̸̹̳̔̓ȅ̵͙͆.̵̟͗̍


[There doesn't seem to be anything out there. Yet.]

[jamieshark]

[Jamie is nearly in sleep-mode but since his good buddy is coming over, he's wearing some little shorts with his t-shirt and his fluffy socks. He furrows his brow at the message and peers outside, trying to look down at the street.]

is it the aurora boreanaz again? sky looks normal to me.

[His stupid head is poking out.]

[brewedwithspite]

[There's no text response. What there is in it's silence is a faint purple glow as Lucanis' body drops elegantly to the ledge, balance held by two large, simultaneously dark and glowing wings behind him. Lucanis is of course not at the helm, his eyes glowing the same bright color and his voice hoarse with Spite's straining.]

Game over. You lose. [Spite grins, crouching beside Jamie and holding a finger to his throat as if to signal the would-be-killing blow that he'd have struck if this weren't a 'game'.] He is right. They never look up.

[jamieshark]

[There is absolutely nothing in Jamie's life, aside from the unpredictability of Roy Kent, that could have prepared him for this. Jamie squawks, fumbling not to drop his phone.]

What the fuck, man? [He asks so sincerely, pressing a hand to his chest like it'll make his pulse slow down.]

Can't play a game if I don't know the rules. [Childlishly, but he steps back and gestures for Spite to come inside.]

Get in here you nutter, people'll freak out if they see you flying around.

[brewedwithspite]

There are no rules. Only agreements. [Spite hunches lower to push into the window, his wings folding neatly and disappearing behind his back into whatever dimension he's pulled them from.]

He never taught me Wicked Grace. [Lucanis promised to, even if Spite hasn't fully grasped the concept of playing cards yet.]

[jamieshark]

I don't know what that means. [Jamie says it gently.]

But I like your wings, those are pretty cool. [Jamie smiles, gesturing toward the couch and TV.]

Issa video game, you wanna play? I can show you how to do it.

[brewedwithspite]

[As it stands, Spite doesn't understand anything that Jamie's saying either. Except maybe the wings part. He's sticking his chest out like he's proud of himself about it.]

Show me. You called to play.

[jamieshark]

[Jamie pats the couch for Spite to sit, gathering up the controllers and turning on the console and TV. He flops onto the couch and picks up his controller, reaching over to turn Spite's on for him.]

You gotta hold it like this. [He nods down at his hands for Spite to copy.]

Guessing you don't have this where you're from.

[brewedwithspite]

[Spite stares unmoving until the spot is patted and then he scurries to the indicated place, perching himself upon it. He stares unblinking at Jamie the entire time, even as a controller is placed in his hands. He makes a soft growling sound in the back of his throat as he inspects it. ]

Is it a weapon?

[jamieshark]

Nnno... [Jamie says warily, he reaches out and gently rests his hand over Spite's on his controller so he doesn't hurl it anywhere in Keeley's apartment.]

You press the buttons and it makes stuff on the TV move. [Jamie points toward the TV, where Naked FIFA is booting up. For the first time ever, Jamie is a little bashful about the amount of dicks and ass on his screen.]

They make everything here like that.

[brewedwithspite]

[Spite looks down at the hand on his with a furrowed brow, then at the television that is pointed out to him. He's never seen anything like it, outside of the little devices and those seem to mostly contain text. His head tilts like a dog and he watches the little naked people run around the field and tries to unpack this from his perspective... which is rather skewed.]

For quota?