an ominous creature

her: are you still listening to both our music and yours at the same time?
us: nah
her: we take it yours won?
us: ya
her: so you're still listening to our music, just on your playlist?
us:
us: fuck you <3

her, dejected: we need to do voice training

us, adoringly: we love your voice

her, grinning: yeah well, we love you, so that's probably not a great indicator of quality

[being super sappy and then suddenly go quiet] us: ...oh my god her: what's wrong? us: his body is shaped like a cheeto her: ...what? us: the cheeto mascot. his body is shaped like a cheeto! her, muttering: ...we think this is why it took us so long to figure out we were in love with you us: what? her: we love you /so/ much us: that's not- explain! her: you're /so/ cute us: you're not explaining! you're just saying nice things and we think the explanation is not a nice thing her: you're really goddamn stupid <3

It was easier now than when Nona had been very new and Palamedes said she had no object permanence, but Nona still always felt a pang watching Pyrrha walk away, commingled with the pride of having Pyrrha, the familiarity of seeing someone and knowing they belonged to you.

her: we love 'crazy lady is smart' trope
us: yeah? why's that?
her: ...shut up

her: you're like a magic eight ball with a conveniently strangleable neck

Several hours later, Gideon turned over in her bed, chilled by the realisation that Harrow had not promised to never talk like that again. Too much of this shit, and they’d end up friends.

“What are Pyrrha’s nicknames for you?”
“Kiddie,” said Nona immediately. “Junior. Small Fry. Cutie Pie. Li’l Bits. Small Cam. Hairy Maclary.”
“Keep going.”
“Nums. No-No. Nope. None. Sweet Nons. Nona-Palona. The Big No.”
“She should be arrested,” murmured Camilla, then: “Got it.”

her: we're pushing our foot into our other foot so hard. it hurts so much. we should stop, but it's like the gas pedal for our brain

her: we want to hold your eyes open and stare into them and turn our eyes on like flashlights

us: give us your hand. we need it
her: yeah, i need your hand too..
us: we need something to sneeze into
her, amazed: wow. you really are the perfect woman

her: your existence demands flowers

we usually like your replies.. but we are /not/ liking this one n. n;;

[us pitching hand shaped rice-crispy-treats]
her: why would we want that
us: you could eat our fingers
her: ...that is an upsettingly good reason

[she's telling us about this guy she's been flirting with]
us: have you shown him your ankles yet?
her: no, that's for /later/~

your handwriting is so lovely to look at!

text in post

Bluesky now has over 10 million users, and I was #6,056,509!

her: you fit in a pocket more than anyone else we have ever met

us: good news!
us: we managed to mute before that really loud sneeze
us: bad news... our hand is /really/ gross now
her: here.. we'll lick it clean for you

real.

her: you're so mean!
us: are we?~
her: we hope so :)

[she asked us to read her the dictionary,
so we're looking for one online]

us: this one is asking for a subscription
her: oh, is it oxford?

us: ...yes
her: we knew it

us: .../how/
her, so pleased with herself: we know our dictionaries :)

“Someday I’ll marry that girl,” she said aloud. “It might be good for her.” And: “Probably not, though.”

non-standard colors (a beautiful green) and a flex nib (FPR) were the next stop on the pen snob train for us - it's genuinely so neat how much more room for personal expression exists outside of bic-land

her: we like your coping mechanism better than ours, hand it over

her, already laughing: you seem like someone who watched deathnote at a young age
us mentally: [regrettably accurate]
us aloud: SHUT THE /FUCK UP/

her: we don't care what you want;
get better desires and come back later

her trying to cheer us up:
[sending a stream of gifs/pics]
are the sad anime girls helping?
because they are really core to our strategy

her: we think you're the funniest person we've ever met
and we feel like very few people would agree with us

us: <very loud, violent sneeze>
her: oh yeah? will you do that in our throat?
us: ...
her: <laughter>
her, quietly: ..please?