[netbook] ambien (cw: drunk texting)

[thebladebringstheflame]

[In Night Vale, Flamebringer is drunk and texting... those of you who are still at the Grove may receive his sloppy handwriting instead.]

y wife kissedme

lips

[Underneath this is a blurry picture of Ezell he snapped on the phones. Netbook people get a full, immaculately-made gaussian-blur-too-high sketch instead.

They are not married. Yet.]

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[ezellotry]

[ Playing toesies, but with the beans. Ezell flexes his front paws enthusiastically. ]

I'm going to be your husband, my love. You really are wasted right now, aren't you?

Anyway, I love you so much, dear. You're stuck with me.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Leans down and LIIIIICKS the side of Ezell's cheek with his sandpaper tongue. Get groomed idiot.]

Every time I see you, my brain's like... [patpat Ezell's paw,] ..."I love my wife". You're my wife husband... my wusband.

[Yeah he's schwasted right now.]

Or you're gonna be. But you're kinda already my wife.

[ezellotry]

[ Nooooo... His paws reach up to shove Flamebringer, pushing his face with his hands. His tongue is so rough!!! :( ] I already told you not to do that, Flamebringer. You could at least do it on my fur and not my bare skin...

Does that mean you're like my wife already, too?

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Licks Ezell's hand sadly :( ]

I'm not wifey enough. I'm too shitty. [oh okay] Husbands are shitty. But wives? Perfect.

[this is a gay man btw.]

You're perfect. 'Cause you're not a piece of shit.

[ezellotry]

I disagree, my love. You are not shitty, and I've done plenty of shitty things, personally.

[ He pulls his hand away, but only so he can put both of his on Flamebringer's cheeks and pull him in for a very gentle smooch. ]

I adore you. Please don't call yourself shitty again.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[his wife kissed him... lips...]

You're literally the best person, don't be mean to my wife.

[.....licks Ezell's lips, sorry,]

[ezellotry]

Bleh!!

[ Flamebringer!!!!!!!! Your tongue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ezell is immediately pushing his face away again. ]

Flamebringerrrrr!!! Don't do that! I already said your tongue is like sandpaper...

[thebladebringstheflame]

It's not my fault! I didn't ask to be sandpaper! If I don't lick you you won't know I love you!

[dude if Wis'adel heard you right now she'd bully you into the ground what's wrong with you when you drink]