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Stewart's Voicemail.

"It's Stewart. Leave a message. Be discreet."

**BEEP!**

Yeah, so Navaan had class today, but she wasn't actually following any of the rules, just spinning the wheel and making phone calls. And sometimes not even bothering to spin the wheel.

"I don't wanna be discreet I wanna flang you until you can't move and then get super-high and do it again, I've got the best toys. But there, I whispered it, so it counts as discreet, right?"

It took quite a while, after the call was made, for Stewart to have responded to Navaan's message. First of all, he slept in as late as he could before his third period class, so it wasn't until then that he even got it. And then, before he could respond to it, he wanted to see about procuring some particular potent presents to add to his already eclectic offerings. And then Summer had made him still go to class as a caveat for procuring said presents, terms and conditions he would have soundly refused if it weren't for his particular desire to impress the ladies on either side of this equation. And then, finally, once the coveted space drugs were again in his hand (and another failed appeal for Summer to join them had, alas, left her still unmoved yo the prospect), he finally just texted "MCA #5" back to Navaan.

Because he dealt in drugs. He could be discreet.

(Sort of.)

Edited 2024-06-13 17:53 (UTC)

Pity. Navaan had also invited Summer. Ugh, monogamy. A curse.

Fuck yeah. Now we can get to the freaky-deaky stuff!

Yes, Stewart was aware! And he tried to change her mind, but that woman was...enticingly firm in her decisions...

But his interactions with Summer earlier that day had not been entirely fruitless, and so now Navaan was also getting sent a picture of his bounty of space drugs.

from a friend. i believe you'll find them quite exceptional.

And, hey, he didn't send her a picture of his suitcase full of drugs, either, so that was still discreet! Though he was going to take the opportunity to use the icon, all the same.

What're u doing right now?

Was the answer, 'getting naked in preparation for a horny vampire and space drugs'? Cause it should be.

Margo was up to her neck in actual Fillorian bullshit. She had no idea how a completely random message had wound up on her otherwise dead phone.

But she was absolutely going to work off this stress by texting back. honey i am up to my neck in bullshit right now and if anyone is telling you i have feelings for fucking anybody let them know i'm going to find out and i'm going to string them so far up a pole by their twats that--

The message got increasingly explicit after this point. Who knew there were so many slang terms for genitalia? Or such violence to wish on them?

[[ wound up with this and this! ]]

Edited 2024-06-19 16:01 (UTC)

[From here]

"Uh, thank you? I think? You have a nice butt too."

Poor Arden had never dealt with phones being on their bullshit before, so she had no idea how to handle this weird fucking message.

Umm???? I've never flanged anyone??? I don't even know what that is??? But trust me, I've never done that with you so I guess we're good????