welcome sleepies, to our very first meme saturday! every month a little mod-hosted meme will go up for us to play around with admist the chaos, and this theme was chosen by popular demand! we've all heard about texts from last night, but have you heard of......
MURMURS FROM LAST NIGHT
strange things happen in the night. maybe you drink, or dream, or get high as a kite, and it's hard to hide it! especially when we're all collectively connected in a way! the rules are quite simple! you may even know them by now.
π post a top level for your character and include a few text starters, like the ones provided.
π interact.
π thrive.
π if you wish for your threads to be game canon, the sky is the limit (just make sure your thread partner is okay with it!).
π We might have some special guests later.
[In response, the note from his side is charmed, snarky. A scoff, more entertained than anything else.]
that right ? wouldn't know much myself. but i can't say i haven't run into my own kind of trouble from time to time. [Another understatement that he has no intention of explaining about in depth. That he can save for when they meet again.]
[After all, it's better (so much better) to do things face to face.]
[Greed tightens his mouth and as the split of his tongue touches the corner of his lip, he can practically taste the last time he had a cigarette; the lingering tobacco, now a faint, fading kiss.] got some time if you're up to it. just let me finish bringing all this in real quick.
[He takes a moment to flip a matchbox between his claws.]
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that right ? wouldn't know much myself. but i can't say i haven't run into my own kind of trouble from time to time. [Another understatement that he has no intention of explaining about in depth. That he can save for when they meet again.]
[After all, it's better (so much better) to do things face to face.]
[Greed tightens his mouth and as the split of his tongue touches the corner of his lip, he can practically taste the last time he had a cigarette; the lingering tobacco, now a faint, fading kiss.] got some time if you're up to it. just let me finish bringing all this in real quick.
[He takes a moment to flip a matchbox between his claws.]
the bar downstairs. see you then, silco