Texts to Rogue and Tandy

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Text to Rogue
Sorry. I know we were supposed to spar tonight but I got dragged to London by my sister and a bunch of magicians so I expect I'll return as some sort of rodent.

Text to Tandy
Looks like Kane's not leaving the medlab anytime soon. Can you feed the damn cat tonight? I had to go to London. With magicians. If they turn me into an amphibian you can have my clothes.

Comments

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

You're not my ideal woman either, sugar but that's marriage for ya.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I suppose this is true. We all need to make sacrifices.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

..does that make me a virgin sacrifice?

I'm so funny. And I just made myself sad. Sigh.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

How did you make yourself sad?

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

One step closer to cat lady status. I just realized I'm turning 30 and not 29. I lost a year :(

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut the fuck up.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Screw you too, bitch.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Really. You're the worst person. Thirty? Talk to me in ten years. Fucker.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

You don't look a day over 35. I swear.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I hate you so fucking much right now. Seriously. Go dunk your head in the toilet or something.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

I would, but it's far. How about I send you a selfie of my perfect skin instead?

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Don't make me say it. You'll hate yourself if you make me say it.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Come on, abuse me.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

GO DIE IN A FIRE!

There. Are you happy now? I went there.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Do you feel better now about your withering uterus and dying skin cells?

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Okay, now you're just talking shit. I'm a fucking model. My skin cells will still be livelier than yours in thirty years. And I had my uterus removed when I was seven. As soon as I was old enough to understand how horrible Frosts are as parents.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Touchy touchy.

It must be those old people hormones. Soon you'll be telling me to get off your lawn.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Does that mean I can also chase you with a broom?