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Alex is probably busy getting chewed on by monsters or something.

Leave him a message after the beep and hopefully he can get back to you.

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[MASS TEXT]

[yardbird]

Honestly, I have absolutely no desire to wear clothes around you.

[text later]

[yardbird]

Goddammit

FUCK

just
ignore that.
Forever.

[Help.]

[nothing]

[unsoldiered]

. . .

[after initial horror and realization:

HAHAHAHA.

life must suck for you, aaaaw]

[text]

[unsoldiered]

[okay no, totally serious

totally]

murphy........................

man


learn how to send messages right.

save yourself some grief.

[text]

[yardbird]

LOOK I CAN SEND MESSAGES RIGHT.

[And then Murphy takes an extra minute trying to figure out how to turn his capslock off.]

Reading Hemingway and drinking alone isn't what I thought it was gonna be...
Actually... I don't know what I thought it was gonna be.
Not texting.




I don't know.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

You're sitting around drinking and reading old as crap books, huh?

clearly, I'd expect you to tell random people you dont wanna wear clothes around them

hemingway just has that effect on people

[text]

[yardbird]

Didn't anybody ever tell you those things go hand in hand?

Whatever. It wasn't even supposed to be random people, anyway.
Though I don't know if that makes it much better.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

just supposed to be Anne, right?

How's that going, anyway? Besides you embarrassing yourself with texts

[text]

[yardbird]

...

Yeah...

Not like it's the first time that's happened. But, it's going... okay? I think. Surreal as HELL, but okay.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

Yeah?



it's good that you got her and she's got you.

so don't second guess yourself or something you'd go and do.

[text]

[yardbird]

Guess it WOULD be like looking a gift horse in the mouth...

[text]

[unsoldiered]

if by horse you mean the barrel of a certain cop's gun

then yeah


sure

[text]

[yardbird]

I think we might be past the stage where she puts a gun in my face whenever things go south.

Not that I plan for things to go south anytime soon. I mean



Yeah.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

sometimes it's good to think before you hit enter

just sayin

[text]

[yardbird]

Don't care still drunk.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

And probably hurting in the morning, congrats.

[text]

[yardbird]

Whatever, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

yeah well, maybe i should get heather to put a ship-wide alcohol ban on you

it'll be called the pendleton act

[text]

[yardbird]

You wouldn't...

If you do that, you're grounded.



Both of you.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

Not as grounded as you after you drink too much.

Literally grounded, face first.

[text]

[yardbird]

I'll ground YOUR face by then.

To the ground.

Because you'll be grounded.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

Do your worst, old man

just don't throw your back out

[text]

[yardbird]

Whatever. I could still take your scrawny ass.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

Maybe try to chew on my ankle after you trip over your own feet.

[text]

[yardbird]

Don't underestimate the strength of my mighty mandible.