text — un: joe
[ attached is a very tacky bathroom mirror selfie of nicky and joe: joe with one arm wrapped around nicky from behind, nicky's arms resting lightly overtop joe's, hands linked, tee shirt bunched between their fingers; joe is leant over nicky's shoulder, kissing his cheek and, even from the side view of his grin smooshed against nicky's cheek, looking just completely besotted, it's honestly gross and they should be stopped. if nicky's cheeks are tinged pink it is clearly because joe accosted him after his shower and he's still overheated. ]
HELLO MY FRIENDS MY HUSBAND IS HERE THIS IS NICKY YOU CAN THANK HIM FOR THE BAKLAVA IN THE KITCHEN THERE IS ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE SO DON'T LET ANDY EAT IT ALL
HELLO MY FRIENDS MY HUSBAND IS HERE THIS IS NICKY YOU CAN THANK HIM FOR THE BAKLAVA IN THE KITCHEN THERE IS ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE SO DON'T LET ANDY EAT IT ALL
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Ey man, happy for you two.
What's baklava?
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No, smiley face. SMILEY FACE! Colon close parenthesis
Fuck
Baklava is a pastry, filo, honey, and nuts.
[ thanks for going on this brain to text journey with him right now, peter. ]
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Emojis are hard, take your time, man. But I get what you meant! ☺️☺️☺️
Ohhhh that sounds super good. Sure you don't mind if I have some? I promise I won't eat too much.
[ You said the magic word, HONEY. He will eat anything with sugar. ]
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Please, feel free.
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un: nicky / text
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text; un: clarke
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[ joe pls ]
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I mean, I thought it was a good idea to try to catch a knife, didn't I?
[ you can call him stupid to his face, clarke, he gets it. ]
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audio; un: mafioso
[And he's honestly curious at this point.]
Don't worry though I've been feeding her good food, too.
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I can give you some of my recipes but even Andy can't only exist upon baklava. [aka he won't let her.]
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Fucking watch me, Nicky.
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I'd like to learn and get better at the deserts, non-Asian food. Could be fun.
Don't worry, I cook a lot of meals and feed them to her. They come in large portions. She'll live just fine.
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Desserts and meals.
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un: nicky / text
So I hear. I'm not surprised, he has a poet's soul. He isn't quiet about any of his feelings.. it's one of the traits I most admire in him.
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Reality show?
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text; un: fullmetal
[Clearly. The important thing though is the baklava. Also that others are getting their familiar faces from home. That's nice. Ed is still unsure how he would feel if he found anyone from home here but still.]
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You should try to baklava
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I will! Not sure I've tried it before but that won't stop me at least tasting to see what they are like.
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