E-mail to Layla

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To: [Lady Layla]
From: [Smiley Sarah]
Subject: Heya

Hey Layla,

Just checking in to see how you're doing. I've gotta help Ms. Grey clean the labs after exams and stuff for awhile, so in between that, XFI, and studying, I haven't been around as much. I hope you're doing ok though. I'll try and stop by later, maybe we can watch a movie or something?

- Sarah

Comments

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To: [yes only better]
From: [maybe demigoddessy at best]

You can do it, I know it. :) I can help if you can't find them by the time I'm free! And I do, yeah, omg. Kinda nervous, I hope they like me. One, maybe two, depending on how late it gets.

Well, it might only be a few days. I don't mind, really, I deserved it and Dr. Grey is nice. I'm just so bad at that stuff, Layla. :(

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To: [I prefer you prefixless]
From: [laylasauce]

I'm thinking if you wanna hang then hunting down and probably killing rodents is not really like the thing you were looking forward to. I can always go look for them after you go to crash if I haven't found them by then.

So why did you let my dysfunctional roomie talk you into it? Next time just be like "Layla, I am gonna do this stupid thing over here, can you bail me outta teacher jail if I suck at shutting up about it later?" And I'll be like "sure, just don't get caught because you're gonna become a bad influence for me to be around" and then when Dr grey is all "why were on the roof" I can be all "we were looking for Cassiopeia" or some shit. Planning, dude, planning.

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To: [Laylasauce!]
From: [Prefixless technogoddess!]

Well, not exactly, but as long as we're hanging out together I'll be happy. Though yeah, watching movies is better than hunting vermin, I suppose. :)

I don't know, I got carried away in the Christmas spirit I guess. And Maddie's cool, I didn't want to shoot down her idea. You're right though, I will do that from now on!

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To: [le goddess]
From: [le sauce]

You don't seem like the vermin sort so movies for you!

Planning! Idea fine but planning totally needed. Your whole sweet and innocent exterior is gonna crack now, you know. You've got like introductory bad girl going on.

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To: [Blonde Sauce]
From: [Brunette Goddess]

Yay for movies! You know me so well.

Hey, I never was that sweet and innocent, I'm one of those bad girls now. I'm totally doing a dime for someone. Well, it's only a few days so... doing a nickel, maybe? I should totally get a tattoo or something.

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To: [did you really just call me blonde sauce?]
From: [-.-]

You know, I know a guy whose dad owns a tattoo shop. He might bend the rules for me and give you one. Just remember to put it somewhere that can be covered up with clothes. ;)

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To: [Saucy Blonde sounded too saucy?]
From: [Saucy Brunette SEE?]

Oh, do you? Well, you know, that's not something you wanna rush into or anything. I have no idea what I'd want and besides it's a little cliché, bad girl with a tattoo, oooh, so original, right? It's even better to go without one I bet. Yeah.

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To: [hot sauce]
From: [special sauce]

We could get you pierced instead. Maybe a nose ring. Or a lip ring.

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To: [specialist sauce]
From: [really?]

Nuh-uh, my parents would kill me. My Dad was dead set against me getting two piercings in each ear instead of just one, even. :(

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To: [hot sauce, yes, really, embrace it]
From: [sweet and sour sauce]

Okay then we need to dye your hair or something. We have to make you distinctive now that you're a bad girl.

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To: [laylasauce then!]
From: [hot sauce apparently]

Wait, couldn't I be undercover? Yeah, so bad I look like I'm good and no one is the wiser. I think that's, like, totally bad ass. Word.

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To: [hot sauce]
From: [laylasauce]

So you're asking for permission to punk out on me? That is so not harass, hot sauce. That is cold sauce. Not on.

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To: [laylasauce]
From: [hot sauce]

No no no, not that! No punking out, nuh-uh. Undercover is the new punking in, I think. Cold sauce sounds tacky, ugh. That's not me!

Maybe I could get, like. Um. A tattoo on my ankle? For my birthday, or something. :)

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To: [hot sauce]
From: [laylasauce]
Oh so you're going with that whole not needing to prove what a badass you are thing? Okay that is pretty badass.

On your ankle? That is gonna hurt like a bitch.

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To: [laylasauce!]
From: [hot sauce!]

This what I'm saying, dude.

...really? I mean, totes will do it. Maybe some small though, like a butterfly or something. That'd be pretty cool, I think. And pretty badass!

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To: [Hot Sauce! - I feel like that should be "BAM! Hot Sauce!" instead]
From: [Laylasauceness]

Bone hurts. So says the dudes who screamed like little girls. And like that part of your upper arm that's against your body? That makes big ass biker dudes try not to cry like girls too. Little whiny girls. It's not pretty, dude. But people have different pain tolerances and shit so maybe you'll be all "bitch please, that ain't no thang" or whatever.

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To: [POW! Laylasauce!]
From: [BAM! Hot sauce!]

But it's so tiny, what I was thinking of anyway. Huh. I guess that makes sense, if it was on bone. Maybe higher up on my calf or something? I dunno. Or on my back? Somewhere I could hide it from my parents anyway.

I am coming to find your for movies. Yup, plural!

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To: [BAM! Hot Sauce!]
From: [POW! Laylasauce!]

Don't get something too small though. 'Cause then as it ages it gets blurry and it's like "what's that weird colored blob on your ankle?" you know?

I think you should get it on your ribs. 'cause it hurts like hell but rib tattoos are hot as hell.

Hey, plural movies! Bad ass. I will...uh...get findable. So you know...I will find you finding me.

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To: [POW! Laylasauce!]
From: [BAM! Hot sauce!]

It can do that? I didn't know that. I mean, I thought maybe if you put it somewhere and you gained weight or lost it or something it could stretch or shrink maybe, but never thought of it getting blurry.

On my ribs? How would that even work? You'd have to show me where exactly because I'm not getting it. And ow, if it hurts, maybe not.

Uh-huh! Excellent, commencing finding! :)

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To: [BAM! Hot Sauce!]
From: [POW! Laylasauce!]

Uh...dude's dad explained it to me once. It's like the ink lines get wider over time? like they bleed a little? so if you have something with tiny details eventually it just turns into a mess. But if it's bigger with less fine detail it will age okay even as the lines widen? It's not like they widen forever or whatever but they do.

Yeah, sure, I'll show you. I'll get you like a temporary tattoo and put it on you how I mean. That might be better for showing.

Just...try to find me where I can find you. :)

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To: [POW! Laylasauce!]
From: [BAM! Hot sauce!]

Oh, huh. That's interesting, I had no idea about that.

It would definitely show what it looks like and all, that makes sense. It'd be a good demonstration, which is good. Ok.

Do or do not, there is no try! ;)

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To: [BAM! Hot Sauce!]
From: [POW! Laylasauce!]

I will find you an appropriately awesome butterfly temporary tattoo next time I go into town or the city then.

...Dear technogoddess...I seeeeee you.