Sometimes I remember out of the blue that Messenger is less than half the weight of Sascha and conveniently packaged into a yeetable (by our savior Misha Lastname) 5’4,” and that makes me happy.
[I’m not actually sure how this meme works? I think the message is supposed to be some form of scaring? I get why peeps are sending me the ghost though because that’s usually how it works so all I can do is:]
“Oh It sure is. What gave it away- the fact that I look exactly the fudging same? I saw Pauling earlier and she didn’t even do a double take. Neither did Admin.I’m full of crybaby rage, too short to use Mailcall for rounds, my feet don’t reach the pedals on my Vespa, and ready to pop off on Meramus like a shaken ginger ale.”
True to her word, smallsenger’s eyes are teary and full of anger at the world.
Messenger could see the struggle in Courier’s face and set her own in a deadpan. On one hand, she appreciated Curry trying to hold it in. On the other, she knew exactly how Curry would be acting if she weren’t showing restraint. Just the thought of the cooing made her cross her arms in frustration.
The offer, though, that was some good shit.
“…I feel like dragging Merasmus to the entirety of the mercenary world is asking for trouble.”
She thought for a moment remembering how Borya and Dmitri in particular would probably hear the program. And Witch, if she was awake. She was probably awake. A chaos child grin spread across her face.
“Lets freakening do it. I have so much dirt, not to mention that you KNOW we could get hundreds of call ins.”
She wiped her nose on her sleeve.
“And um, s’mores and shakes sound good but… could you pretend I’m my own cousin or something? I love Claire but I know she’ll never let me live it down.”
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