Aiden: Are you trying to sound like one of the girls at school? You never say omg.
Aiden: You feeling okay dude?
Summer: what the blue and purple hell. okay, joke, yay, got it. this is not a prank, you have got the wrong number.
Summer: who is this anyway
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Summer: Sorry, who is this?
Summer: I think you fatfingered your number.
Aiden: Really dude? Not funny.
Aiden: I don’t even know what that is, but I’m still hungry. So, food would be great.
Summer: omg. seriously. I don’t know who this is or who you think you’re talking to, but you’ve got the wrong number.
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Aiden: C’mon, you’re taking too long.
Aiden: You said you were going to grab snacks.
Aiden: What’s with the wait?
Summer: Sorry, who is this?
Summer: I think you fatfingered your number.
M!A: Deadly Isomniac for 72 Hours || Open to all
She hadn’t bothered to wait, since the coffee shop was right there and she’d pointed it out to him. Besides, it was a big parking lot; she didn’t know where his car was! So when he made his way back, she handed him a big paper cup, warm to the touch.
“I didn’t know how you liked it, so it’s just black like my soul.” Her own cup was smaller, filling the chilly air with the scent of chocolate. “I hope caffeine works on you!”
He gave her a tired smile and gratefully took the cup from her. He took an appreciative sniff, enjoying the smell of the caffeine. “Thanks again, you really didn’t have to do this, but thank you.” He motioned to a nearby table, “You wanna sit down for a bit and keep me company? I should probably drink this before I head out. Don’t wanna spill it on anybody I might run into.”
“Sure.” Summer unslung her bag from her shoulder and dropped into the indicated chair. “So, um … you want to talk about it? Whatever it is that made you not sleep? Sometimes just saying it out can help.”
M!A: Deadly Isomniac for 72 Hours || Open to all
“Of course,” she said, almost automatically. “Do you want to put your stuff in your car before, or … ” She left it open for his answer, already starting off toward the coffee shop.
Aiden nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. Just gimme a sec, I’ll be right back.” He put the bags in his car, then made his way back to her. “Alright, I’m ready.”
She hadn’t bothered to wait, since the coffee shop was right there and she’d pointed it out to him. Besides, it was a big parking lot; she didn’t know where his car was! So when he made his way back, she handed him a big paper cup, warm to the touch.
“I didn’t know how you liked it, so it’s just black like my soul.” Her own cup was smaller, filling the chilly air with the scent of chocolate. “I hope caffeine works on you!”
M!A: Deadly Isomniac for 72 Hours || Open to all
“If I drank coffee I’d take you up on that.” She laughed a little, teasing. “I’m only offering to protect the other people you might run into if you don’t wake up a little.” Reshouldering her purse, she jerked her head at the nearby coffee shop. “C’mon.”
Aiden yawned again, “You’re sure? Y-you don’t have to.” He followed her anyway, coffee sounded like a great idea. He hadn’t been sleeping much anyway, and maybe she had a point. He’d probably just hurt someone else if he didn’t. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” she said, almost automatically. “Do you want to put your stuff in your car before, or … ” She left it open for his answer, already starting off toward the coffee shop.
I didn’t say it right. I never say it right. It’s not about speed of replies, I swear. I’m not good at patience but I understand it. It’s me being selfish and greedy and demanding. It’s wanting to have the same attention from people that I feel like I’m giving. I don’t know how to explain this without making people feel bad. I swear it’s not about you, it’s me. It’s always me. I wasn’t trying to guilt anyone or be passive-aggressive; I just thought people should know — I don’t know what I thought.
I was trying to express that I was letting go. Because I have been told that I’m an annoyance, that I make people lose their muse, that I drive people away from rping by being in the inbox constantly and replying quickly. That if I do the askbox things I’m forcing a ship. That if I wish people would do my askbox things I’m expecting too much.
I tried to do the right thing and I messed it up. I always mess it up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, or guilt them.
*wry* It doesn’t look like any of you actually listened to the part about “you don’t have to reply” anyway, since I got four replies in between.
drunkknightofcamelot replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”
Don’t be like that D: I’d love to roleplay with you. I always get lost with replies and stuffs and I haven’t had any inbox from you for like… ages. I replied to the last one I got. You don’t bother me or make me loose my muse!
thenameislahey reblogged your post and added:
oKAY THERE THIS IS NOT AT ALL WHAT SHOULD BE…
iwontbeephemeral reblogged your post and added:
Okay, listen up, because this post both made me…
consultinsociopath replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”
Wait what? You don’t make me lose my muse hunny. I’ve just been busy finishing school. I haven’t rped at all today really.
sonofpendragon replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”
[as am working on your reply]
turpisvirtute replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”
I have your replies, somewhere, and I’m doing you’re meme right now.
You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would rather be replying to other people, and when I turn up in your askbox it’s just annoying. There’s always someone else you would rather be writing with than me. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I make you lose your muse. I won’t be bothering you anymore.
M!A: Deadly Isomniac for 72 Hours || Open to all
She collected all the bag handles into a neat bundle together and tried to lift it all up to hand to him, discovering it was a bit heavy. Comically, she exaggerated it, grinning. “Oof. Were you shopping for bricks to knock yourself out with?” She dismissed the apology with a shake of the head. “I’m Summer. Buy you a coffee to keep you awake?”
Aiden smiled tiredly at her, and took the offered bags. “Nice to meet you Summer. But, you don’t really have to, I mean, I’m the one that ran into you. I should be buying you coffee.”
“If I drank coffee I’d take you up on that.” She laughed a little, teasing. “I’m only offering to protect the other people you might run into if you don’t wake up a little.” Reshouldering her purse, she jerked her head at the nearby coffee shop. “C’mon.”
M!A: Deadly Isomniac for 72 Hours || Open to all
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Let me — help you get — those — ” Summer reached out to snag something round that was rolling away. “Please tell me there wasn’t anything breakable in there.” She blinked up at him. “Dude, you look beat, if you don’t mind me saying.”
He blinked, then reached down to grab his things, “No, nothing breakable, at least I don’t think so.” He yawned again, “S’okay, yeah, it’s been a long day.” He made sure he had everything back in his bags, “Oh, I’m Aiden, and sorry again for bumping into you.”
She collected all the bag handles into a neat bundle together and tried to lift it all up to hand to him, discovering it was a bit heavy. Comically, she exaggerated it, grinning. “Oof. Were you shopping for bricks to knock yourself out with?” She dismissed the apology with a shake of the head. “I’m Summer. Buy you a coffee to keep you awake?”