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[quickfingers]

LISTeN ITS NOT L IKE YOU REMEBERED EITHER
OR IF YOu DI D AND THIS waS A TEST
FUCK Y OU ?

THIS WAS A TEST
I TESTED YOU
fOOL
IM TESTING YOU








P S Y CHE

[shadowglitter]

I'M A FOOL AND A BITCH!!!!!!!! THE CAVERNOUS MAWS OF HUMILIATION SALIVATE AND HUNGER AS THEY RELENTLESSLY FLAY MY BITCH OF A BODY
THE FRANTIC AMNESIAC STORMS OF A MEMORY-BONE-EMPTYING SUPERCHASM BLEW THROUGH MY SKULL AND RENDERED ME, AGAIN, A TOTAL BITCH

But seriously, we should do something. Let's recreate it? Hold on. Hold on. Hhehehm. Ahahehehehm.

hey stud the names 'din
how...

dare you?

[quickfingers]

OK RE D O RE DO REDO

[quickfingers]

AS K ME THREE QUESTIONS
SAY HOW DARE I

LETS RECREAT E IT

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wait you did that hold on

[quickfingers]

ahem

[shadowglitter]

[quickfingers]

new phone who dis?

[shadowglitter]

HOW INTERESTING THAT YOU WOULD FORGET WHO THIS IS, JUST AS YOU FORGOT

TO REMEMBER

THE DATE

OF OUR FIRST CONVERSATION

[quickfingers]

hey maybe i foresaw the future
over a year ago


i'm fucking brilliant

[shadowglitter]

Hmm.

I... kind of like that... in a true love sort of way. Like you fell in love with me at first sight, but you didn't realize it, because those memories were locked away under your subconscious year-away future premonition?
And then I also fell in love with you at first sight, but didn't realize it because you were so so so heterosexual.

[quickfingers]

**those memories were deteriorated by my early onset bonermiismss

[shadowglitter]

We need to stop joking about your bone memory disease before I start thinking it's real and crying a lot.

[quickfingers]

don't worry about my bones, plural
all you need to think about is my one boner
remember it and it will remember you

[shadowglitter]

How could I forget? Her supple curves. Her gentle eagerness. The way she quivers in the cold yet still stands so proud.
Have I ever named her? That glorious weapon.
I need to name her.
Give me permission to name her.

[quickfingers]

I feel like we had this conversation in the past and I said you couldn't
but I guess
I guess now you can.





so long as you don't do the "short-sword" thing again

[shadowglitter]

[airhorn sirens]
[the word owned flashing in a million different colors]

[quickfingers]

do you think there is a million different colors
like
realistically
a milllion diferent sh des

[shadowglitter]

WHATS THAT SHRIMP

WHATS THE SHRIMP ONE

THERES A SHRIMP THAT SEES COLORS

PROBABLY A MILLION

[quickfingers]

shrimp makes me hungry
wanna go to red lobster to belatedly celebrate us?

[shadowglitter]

That seems like maybe a callous thing to do after I talked about how cool a shrimp is for being alive and having magic color eyes?
But also,
Yes. Obviously. YES. OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!! AND
GARLIC BREAD
LETS
GA RLAIC

GALR IACL B READ
HARGHRGRGG

[quickfingers]

fuck that, that lobster shrimp mtoher fucking fish dude is great
ill send him to valhalla myself

gimme dat raimbo w b oo t y il le at it


Ga RL Ic b Rd











you ever stop and look at what you write and wonder, oddly enough, how we can really still understand each other past a certain point? i do sometimes. i do.

[shadowglitter]

I mostly just kind of wonder if we'll ever ascend to a point where we go completely post-verbal.
Communicating telepathically. Expressing our feelings through thoughts and looks alone.
I mean, we already kinda get there, but I want to go full creepy twins from a spooky horror movie.

[quickfingers]

let's try it

[quickfingers]