Repose

Who: Sam
What: Narrative: Relocating to inpatient facility
Where: Capital
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Language and non-specific mentions of drug stuff

( She needed to be OK. )

[Locked to Louis D]
Hey, baby. I need you to do something for me.

[Locked to Daniel W]
I have a hella annoying favor to ask.

[Locked to Oliver K]
I know this sucks, but I'm gonna need to be away for like a month. Can you keep watching shit? I'll pay you, yeah? Something extra over what Lou pays or whatever.

Not that I don't appreciate what the cold does for my under eyes and cool undertones, but I think we can stop with the cold shoulder, girl. Holla at me whenever you work up the courage. Just don't wait until I'm dead, bc I will die and then you'll feel bad. Then I'd feel bad you felt bad, but like, from beyond, and I just can't have that. If I'm burning in hell, I want to focus on that. Not some jackass vampire or w/e.

[ text to claire j. ]

netflix & chill? :*

[As 'Pesha']

Dateless for V-day is a statement, but dateless for post-Hallmark cynicism and discount chocolate is just sad.

Don't be that sad guy. [Phone number. His 'office' burner, naturally.]

[Cris M]

I've decided I'm not waiting until you're back in town, papi.

[Sam A]

This is where you tell me what I can do for you, Sam. Or at least how I can be here for you. Something, yeah?

Who: Sasha, Eddie, and Cat
What: Machete delivery!
Where: Sasha's loft.
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Spooky?

( They could be felt before they arrived. )