anonymous ( text )

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[ Anonymous username. Midnight. This is either a network wide booty call or a catfish.

It's both... technically. ]

hey.
oh shit this thing is fancy, and a hell of a lot better than an iphone.

i've been thinking... and my genius of a master always says it's better if i don't so...
i'm just gonna get to the point! i'm looking to get a lot of chroma quick!
and i know this looks fishy since it's anonymous but there's a reason for that.
but i'm willing to take spoon pics if you guys are sus.

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this is what i look like!!! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
my beautiful master says i'm a six if you close your eyes
but i'm at least a nine, right?
(╥_╥)

ANYWAY if you're interested let me know.
i'm into a lot of things~ and if you're just looking for someone to hold you for the night i really don't mind.

also heyyy haha where are all my other servants at? you know who you are.

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[ She doesn't even read the whole text.

In the next moment she's lashing out, tiny fingers aiming to wrap around his neck. ]

Shut up! Don't put my face on places people can see!

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[ She's basically a puppy with cheeto covered hands.

He grabs both of her wrists and holds them in place with one hand, with the other he continues typing away. ]

I don't have to explain irony to someone like you, right?

[multimasking]

[ She struggles in his grasp, cursing the fact that she didn't attribute any more coins to her strength stats. Had she a sliver of the strength Yoo Jonghyuk or Kim Dokja had -- her face immediately twists, remembering the latter. ]

What? Are you mad?

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[ For a moment he is quiet, is thumb stops moving across his keyboard– and he really considers her question. ]

Nah.

[ He lets go of her, the hand that once held her wrists in place drapes over the top of the sofa. ]

But if you're gonna do this..

[ He leans in a bit, like he's going to share some secret (like the people she's catfishing can hear him) ]

If I'm out of someone's league don't lead them on, alright?

[multimasking]

I can't make any promises.

[ Oops.

With the release she slinks back into her corner of the couch. Knees pulled to her chest as she finds brief comfort against her back on the cushions, looking back at her device with a grimace as she looks at the photo again. ]

-- When did you even take this?