text ↪ un: torontonian

[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[minuteofangle]

Fuck yeah
Now we’re cooking

[hallowing]

see u tonight then

[minuteofangle]

Yeah you will

[hallowing]

（ this text comes... considerably later. after he's made some jell-o shots, or what looks and tastes close enough there'd probably be copyright infringement. then it's just: ）

were we supposed to meet somewhere??? i feel like we were supposed to meet somewhere.

[minuteofangle]

Never actually decided oh tall dark and handsome

[ Is Cy?? Possibly. They'll find out. He does shoot Cy his room number, though, where he's currently chilling out on his bunk with a cornucopia of origami animals marshaling across the sheets. Gotta stay busy somehow. ]

[hallowing]

10-4 i will be there in a charmingly languid fashion.

（ but he does go.

with a tray of shots. and leftovers of something he found in the fridge, because assuming this guy's normal drinking on an empty stomach no bueno.

he juggles said tray with an expert's keen sense of balance and skill so he can free up a hand to key the door open, and then steps inside with a flourish. ）

Late for the party?

[minuteofangle]

Fashionably late, [ Gabe drawls, leaning back against the wall in a tangle of lazy limbs, and gestures toward his new friend with a paper crane. Every motion calibrated to look lazy and thoughtless, though he’s positioned to go for the gun hidden under the mattress if shit kicks off. It pays to have contingencies. ] I’ll allow it.

[ The grin he angles toward the other man is warm enough, though. ] Damn, you are tall.

[ His tech isn’t advanced enough to really say what the other man looks like, at least with the finer details, but Gabe’s got practice at brushing past that shit. ]