TLFN / OVERFLOW

[silverdollar]

TEXTING THREADS / GENERAL OVERFLOW 
 

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[fantabulousandwich]

[This is ridiculous. She has to move; and at least in the alley she can lean against the wall. Or shove her fist into it.]

I'm not waiting for anything, you disgruntled dregs of the Greatest Generation. I liked hanging out with you. I liked talking to you. I even liked playing the games your particular brand of crazy requires; although gotta say, this one is less what I'd call 'fun.'

[Cigarette? Or just bang her head into the wall a few times?]

But trust me Wilson, I'm reading you loud and clear now. You want to be friends anymore? Fine. Forget about Sunday; just stay home and wallow in your own misery, like every other night.

[ikonsuit]

We were never friends. What aren't you getting about this?

( Whatever he's cooking up is put on hold. He's leaning against his counter now, glaring out into the streets of New Jersey. )

...What are you doing at Mask's party, anyway? You wanna walk into a trap to prove a point? Sionis doesn't even like you. ( Slade isn't sure that guy likes anyone besides that one face-cutting guy. The fact that he's inviting anybody to anything should raise some flags. )

[fantabulousandwich]

Oh no, no no. [The laughter is trying to well up in her throat, and if Harley loses it now, while he can hear it, she'll never forgive herself. She shoves her white-knuckled fist against the rough brick in front of her, pressing hard just to feel the scrape of it on her skin.]

Don't try to pretend you care now, Wilson, not when you've done such a good job explaining that I'm nothing but contemptible trash clinging to you because I can't stand on my own. You stay out of my apartment, and you stay the fuck out of my business from now on.

[Now she hangs up. Because she's about three seconds from screaming with laughter and punching the wall, and bedamned if she'll give him the ammunition.]