[But oh, that second text comes through halfway through typing— and it's undoubtedly an accident Fenris hit send, but whatever!]
I'm not upset about it. I'm simply baffled. I didn't know there was a thriving network of people who were obsessed with whatever you wore or said or did— or at least, not to the point of writing endless blogs and MagiNet posts about you. I fail to see what captures their interest— not just of you, but of anyone.
I wield a gun. Why don't people wish to pretend I'm John Wick?
(And I didn't fall into bed with you because you were "famous".)
[It's a very, very long four minutes. Maybe five, if you count time spent scrolling (somewhat in horror, somewhat in deeply flattered embarrassment) through the comments.]
[If Fenris is on the Ancunín estate, he'll be privvy to the loudest, longest little cackle coming from somewhere that he isn't. Otherwise, well, he might just be imagining it.]
But no, I took the day off. Didn't want to bother after last night's party, all the wine. Ugh. Too much wine.
Anyway the only person that has my virtual attention now is you.
[You're welcome.]
And on that note, if I were you I wouldn't bother thinking overmuch about all those blog posts and followers and avid fans and lifelong photograph collectors and countless, countless aficionados.
Oh? You have a hangover? And here I thought you were insistent you never, ever got them— not someone so experienced in drinking as you.
If all this results in one of us getting stalked, I will never cease telling you that I told you so. Does it not worry you that there someone in your comments that constantly requests you show feet?
[Like, it doesn't particularly worry Fenris either, but it's funny enough to comment upon.]
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[But oh, that second text comes through halfway through typing— and it's undoubtedly an accident Fenris hit send, but whatever!]
I'm not upset about it. I'm simply baffled. I didn't know there was a thriving network of people who were obsessed with whatever you wore or said or did— or at least, not to the point of writing endless blogs and MagiNet posts about you. I fail to see what captures their interest— not just of you, but of anyone.
I wield a gun. Why don't people wish to pretend I'm John Wick?
(And I didn't fall into bed with you because you were "famous".)
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because I'll be honest, sweetheart, I've made posts about both.
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Never.
[:)]
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3/4 actually
especially when they are aware we are dating
there is no one else this could be about
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that's it, that's the first time internet speak has been triggered in ye future Torilthedas
wiat he called uou WHAT
lmaooooooooo
JSDLKJ AMAZING
so did violet
now i know why
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But no, I took the day off. Didn't want to bother after last night's party, all the wine. Ugh. Too much wine.
Anyway the only person that has my virtual attention now is you.
[You're welcome.]
And on that note, if I were you I wouldn't bother thinking overmuch about all those blog posts and followers and avid fans and lifelong photograph collectors and countless, countless aficionados.
[He's only teasing. Honest, this time.]
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If all this results in one of us getting stalked, I will never cease telling you that I told you so. Does it not worry you that there someone in your comments that constantly requests you show feet?
[Like, it doesn't particularly worry Fenris either, but it's funny enough to comment upon.]
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Besides, why would I be worried? I'm the one dating John Wick.
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Dunno. Money's not really a problem or motivator for me, but it's all about the principle of the thing, you know?
Luxury should never come cheap.
Now, if you were the one asking, on the other hand....
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[No, he’d actually chuckled. But wait, he knows this:]
Lmfao
[God he’s so good at this.]
is this you hinting you’d like to indulge another fetish or merely banter?
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you typed lmfao
you actually typed lmfao
are you
type 1 if you've been kidnapped and need rescuing. I'm not telling a kidnapper my kinks without proof of life to go along with it.
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Anyway you’ve told thousands of strangers on maginet about your desire to be fucked by a man in a suit or call someone Daddy, what’s one more?
[Yes, he saw that post.]
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THE EMBODIMENT FENRIS' FLUSTERED ICON BUT WITH ASTARION INSTEAD:
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