[ he’s been meaning to contact her, since the masquerade, but he hasn’t had an excuse to do so. it’s only just settling in—that maybe he doesn’t need one at the ready, in case she asks why he’s texting her. maybe he can just do it because he wants to, because quinn makes him feel less like a murderer, and more like the kid he was up in space. ]
hey.
[ and he figures he shouldn’t just leave it at that so : ] there's this show i've been watching. on netflix. it's about guys escaping from prison.
( the notion of asking "why" never even occurs when the little device in her purse finally beeps. because she considers him something almost, sort of, distantly as a friend --mostly because she's certain he'd despise that title. )
You know, I think I may have heard of that one. ( the urge to tease him is rising, but space. of course he wouldn't have heard of "prison break". ) Maybe I ought to check it out. You'd recommend it?
[ the saddest part is that it isn’t even meant as a jab, he wonders if blood splatter is something that’d offend her sensibilities. maybe. he doesn’t know her well enough to make a call on it. ]
( as a general rule, quinn does her best to avoid blood in the rule world. but she's been forced to watch more than a few gruesome movies, by friends or by exes, and the fake stuff is usually ridiculous and incredibly obvious. too red, too water-y, too something. )
I suppose that depends. When they're fictional, it's not so bad. How gruesome is it?
( look, just because it's super fake and she can handle it doesn't mean she really wants to. )
it could be worse. we might have different standards though, when it comes to gruesome.
[ if the interaction weren’t over text, she’d be privy to the wry twist of his mouth. because little does phase him, after being about a foot away from someone literally being blown to bits. hell, the guy’s arm had landed in front of him. he remembers looking at it, grossed out because who wouldn’t be—but doesn’t remember being particularly upset by it. maybe he hadn’t let himself by. that’s really what you get, for telling awful jokes in the middle of a minefield.
part of him considers saying that it’s not that bad in real time, instead of flashing on a screen, but he’s trying here. for what, he doesn’t know.
friendship, maybe.
isn’t that laughable. ]
i don’t watch it for the violence. [ half truth. ] it’s funny when the inmates escape and the guards turn purple like they’re going to explode at any minute.
[ it would be funny, if she knew what happened. but he isn’t going to tell her. some things are best left in the dead zone. ]
I actually don't have any plans, actually. Normally we'd all get together at my grandma's house, but since it seems like that's out of the question this year...
[ apologies aren't his forte. never have, never will be. doesn't mean he isn't going to try at one. thing is, he knows that it was wrong, to take quinn's pain and shove it in her face. condemn her for an action that wasn't wrong. far from it. ]
( the truth of the matter is, quinn could say that it didn't hurt a little, but that would be a lie. murphy isn't a good guy, that much is plain, but he could be. there's something there, if he could just give it a chance. instead, he went the opposite direction, and it stung.
but it was also mild, all things considered. and quinn can be forgiving when she wants to be. )
as soon as i say bye to everybody and throw one of those fancy worldhopping beads at everyone so you can all see how fucking lame jingletown is if you want
oh cmon. you won't even notice i'm gone esp considering i've been such a homebody these past couple of months.
anyway, as far as i know the beads'll just take you wherever that person is so you could always just like go on like a fuckin idk safari outback trip and i can just hop on over to visit and be thrust into the australian savannah or whatever the hell. that might be fun
Where else am I going to find a weird, blue-haired guy to play guitar for me?
You never know. Australia isn't first on my list of places to visit, but it could be worth it just to see how you react to popping in when there are lions around. But vacation or no, you better come out when I graduate.
if what you're looking for in a guitar player is weirdness and blue hair, you should prob lower yr standards.
you know i will, though. idk how that's gonna work with time being all funky here and at home so i might be a shriveled old man by then but just let me know and i'll be there.
Well, originally I was just looking for somebody who could play the guitar without fumbling around on it, but then I found a pretty good one.
But you'll (probably) be the only shriveled old man carrying a bead around with him, so at least I'll be able to tell you apart from the crowd of grandpas. Maybe, if I can make amends, you'll even get to meet Beth.
so reggie's had the same two of blondie's albums on repeat at the shop all damn day and the only reason i'm not losing my mind is because she reminds me of you
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hey.
[ and he figures he shouldn’t just leave it at that so : ] there's this show i've been watching. on netflix. it's about guys escaping from prison.
it's pretty badass.
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You know, I think I may have heard of that one. ( the urge to tease him is rising, but space. of course he wouldn't have heard of "prison break". ) Maybe I ought to check it out. You'd recommend it?
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[ the saddest part is that it isn’t even meant as a jab, he wonders if blood splatter is something that’d offend her sensibilities. maybe. he doesn’t know her well enough to make a call on it. ]
how do you feel about chalk outlines?
[ he would have said dead people a month ago.
what a difference time makes, huh? ]
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I suppose that depends. When they're fictional, it's not so bad. How gruesome is it?
( look, just because it's super fake and she can handle it doesn't mean she really wants to. )
text.
[ if the interaction weren’t over text, she’d be privy to the wry twist of his mouth. because little does phase him, after being about a foot away from someone literally being blown to bits. hell, the guy’s arm had landed in front of him. he remembers looking at it, grossed out because who wouldn’t be—but doesn’t remember being particularly upset by it. maybe he hadn’t let himself by. that’s really what you get, for telling awful jokes in the middle of a minefield.
part of him considers saying that it’s not that bad in real time, instead of flashing on a screen, but he’s trying here. for what, he doesn’t know.
friendship, maybe.
isn’t that laughable. ]
i don’t watch it for the violence. [ half truth. ] it’s funny when the inmates escape and the guards turn purple like they’re going to explode at any minute.
[ it would be funny, if she knew what happened. but he isn’t going to tell her. some things are best left in the dead zone. ]
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It's been some time since we last spoke but I was wondering whether you might happen to have Thanksgiving plans next week?
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I actually don't have any plans, actually. Normally we'd all get together at my grandma's house, but since it seems like that's out of the question this year...
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My friends and I are hosting a Thanksgiving celebration at our house and I'd like to invite you.
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your kid deserved a chance.
sorry, for before.
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but it was also mild, all things considered. and quinn can be forgiving when she wants to be. )
I've heard worse than that before.
It's fine.
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I'm sure you'll look extremely handsome in your suit.
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Well that's incredibly sweet of you.
I'm glad you'll be going. Shall I look for you?
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but you won't have to look very hard.
( she's a go big or go home kind of girl when it comes to stuff like this, gansey. )
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is it cool if i drop by in the next couple of days?
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Is everything alright?
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ugh this feels like such a weak bomb to drop on someone via text but like
this asshole's going home.
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Wait, seriously?
When?
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as soon as i say bye to everybody and throw one of those fancy worldhopping beads at everyone so you can all see how fucking lame jingletown is if you want
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I feel like I should get you one too, but I'm doubt you've been thinking about vacationing in Connecticut.
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anyway, as far as i know the beads'll just take you wherever that person is so you could always just like go on like a fuckin idk safari outback trip and i can just hop on over to visit and be thrust into the australian savannah or whatever the hell. that might be fun
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You never know. Australia isn't first on my list of places to visit, but it could be worth it just to see how you react to popping in when there are lions around. But vacation or no, you better come out when I graduate.
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you know i will, though. idk how that's gonna work with time being all funky here and at home so i might be a shriveled old man by then but just let me know and i'll be there.
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But you'll (probably) be the only shriveled old man carrying a bead around with him, so at least I'll be able to tell you apart from the crowd of grandpas. Maybe, if I can make amends, you'll even get to meet Beth.
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