tfln: mom edition

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✂ post a comment for your character(s) ✂ include one or more texts from last night, or invent your own! ✂ comment around to others having received or sent them a text from last night ✂ laugh ✂ cry ✂ probably don't laugh-cry ✂ enjoy

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Hah.

[ funny, Inumuta. Iori finishes coaxing the tape off, checking for signs of inflamation, but aside from irritation caused by the tape and the thin paper towel that had been packed in like the world's worst bandaid, Inumuta's looking fine.

Iori just has to frown at the stichwork. That shit so ain't straight. What the hell was he even...

He changes his angle, looking at the stitching again. Ah. Right there, in characters. Iorin Shiro.

He'd literally woven his own name into Inumuta's stitches. Wow. ]

... It's all shallow. Nothing looks infected.

[ good thing Inumuta's too blind to see his face right now 'cause he's sure trying not to fucking laugh as he scoots back off the bed to stand. he can still hear it in his voice, mostly because he knows him well. alas. ]

We should be able to take them out tonight or tomorrow. Want water for your headache?

[ he'll even be helpful. CLEARLY JUST AMUSED INU'S WORSE OFF THAN HE IS RIGHT ]

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[Well, from what he can tell of Iori's face, he must not be in too bad a shape. But he's... definitely amused by it, for some reason. Which is suspicious. Inumuta shifts a hand over to try and touch the stitches, which is a no-no for health reasons, but he wants to know what's so funny about them.]

I would like water, yes.

[Learn from your uncle, Shiro. Be the butler he knows you can be.]

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[ Does anyone actually think Iori can be a tenth of the butler his uncle is, because that'd be the first he's heard of it. Nonchalantly going to head off to the kitchen now. He's juuust nice enough to close the door nicely (saves his own head too), shaking his head once he's in the hall.

He does eventually come back with two water glasses, though he downed half his out in the kitchen and he's drummed up his hairtie so that he's pulled his hair back by the time he's offering Inumuta a glass of water with a pinch (or less) of salt he'd tossed in.

Let's do the electrolyte rehydration thing friend! ]

Here. Sit up.

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[Uuuuughhh he doesn't want to sit up. He hardly gets sick, but when he does, it's the worst thing ever. Grumpily, Inumuta pushes himself at least halfway upright, taking the glass and drinking it like he's trying to win a contest. Four gulps later:]

Thank you.

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[ He'd have tossed in a pinch of baking soda too if he figured Inumuta's stomach was upset, but as it is, this'll have to do. Past that, suck it up, Inumuta did this to himself. Iori shrugs, giving a dismissive roll of his wrist and wave of his hand. ]

It's not a problem.

[ He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, frowning a little - where did he leave his mask? He'd just been at the couch, it wasn't there. Hell, where were Inu's glasses? ... Nawh, those can stay missing for a while. ]

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[Fortunately, he doesn't feel ill enough to be nauseous. Just photo-sensitive and bitchy... but when isn't he bitchy? As for his glasses, should Iori go looking for them... they're actually on a seat in the living room. One wrong sit, and they're totally being smashed. Hope Iori thinks he's cute when squinting, because thats 1. happening a lot right now and 2. will continue to happen, if Gamagori or someone accidentally sits on them.]

So this is what it's like to drink so much you forget the previous day...

[Well, it was research, to a degree...]

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[ he'll probably find those the hard way in a little bit if he's not careful. the squinting is more something he gets.

except randomly when his glasses are zapped away he doesn't get drawn squinting does he even care what he's looking at? who knows. ]

Isn't there at least one theory that you'll remember later?

[ when it all comes back in bits and pieces later on. anyway now heading back on out, this time to dump the duct tape and the paper... towel... ]

Do you remember where you left your glasses?

[ LOUD NOISES ]

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If I remembered, do you think-

[No, nope, fuck yelling. It's not happening. He's dizzy from eeven attempting to yell. Inumuta groans and takes out his phone again. Yeah, he can't see for shit, but he's typing via memory. Also has his phone to read his text replies outloud, right now]

If I remembered, don't you think I would be crawling around to get to them by now?

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[ He's sorting through things out in the living room. Bzz! He pulls out his phone, flicking a finger over the lock screen so he can read the rest of the text.

Then goes screw it, hits call, and waits for Inumuta to pick up.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's... he's sure calling from the living room. ]

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[Wow they are so lazy. Inumuta picks up.]

Did you just not read the text?

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I'm working with my hands, it's easier to not have to text back.

[ Is that even unusual, he's more used to talking when he's busy... ]

Don't you have a spare pair around here somewhere? You've been in America for over a year.

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That was the spare pair.

[The original pair has long since bit the dust. And it's expensive to get them cut this way specifically. Why do you think he's had the same pair for half a decade at least?]

It's alright. I'll just become like Sanageyama by blindly fumbling around until I mysteriously gain super senses.

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He didn't exactly fumble for long, and friends or not, I've done enough sewing eyes shut for a lifetime. One hip is going to have to be enough.

[ So high maintenance... that even when stripped down your glasses still stay. Iori has his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he moves around the living room. Is that the strap for his mask? He kneels on the chair, tugging it out of the crease.

A flash of blue goes flying by, Inumuta's glasses disturbed from where they'd slid back into the cushion. Iori's also holding a garter (???) and not his mask, but uh. Is it worth asking... ]

I think I found your glasses.

[ He's not even making a call on whose garter this is. ]

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[It could easily be anyone's garter at this point in the game.]

...Did you just break them?

[He's going to double his annoyingness if his glasses are broken.]

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There's an American saying for this. What is it... ah, right. "I plead the fifth."

[ They're completely fine, now he's just fucking around. He's not romping around out here like an elephant, have some faith, grumpyass.

Iori crouches down muuuuch more slowly than if he'd been at 100%, picking up Inu's glasses and setting them on the sidetable along with the garter. ]

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If you broke them, I'm going to steal yours.

[He... can half tell he's being fucked with, but still.]

I suppose I ought to invest in another pair...

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Won't work, our prescriptions don't match.

[ You'll still be squinting. He sits down on the couch, leaning over to snag his waterglass. ]

Besides, you'd have to get up to get them.

[ Sips water. Doubts the other guy's moving anytime soon. ]

Yes, you should. So when will you?

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I didn't say I'd do it to wear them. I'd just put them on a high shelf and ensure we're both blind. Don't underestimate my spite. I will get up if I need to.

[Even though just sitting here in bed is way nicer.]

Maybe today, if my abilities cooperate.

meanwhile these keywords kill me someone should know that

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However will I manage to find a step-stool to solve that problem.

[ Really, dude, even if he were feeling supremely lazy, he does have his goku uniform and four tentacles that reach taller than Inu can. ]

Motor abilities, or something else?

i cant even find what song they belong to if its a song

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I'll hide them all.

[Shut up. THE POINT IS IT'D BE ANNOYING. He's just dedicated to being annoying right now.]

Something else. It's better shown than explained. But I'm not sure I can navigate it well with this headache.

'your design' by grace mitchell

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[ as if he's not used to that by now... really, he lets that line of thought slide on away. ]

Huh. Porter-granted?

[ HUP he gets himself back up again, setting down the waterglass with a clink. now he's interested enough to head back over, picking up Inumuta's glasses (... and the garter, happy morningafterblackoutdrinkgsday) and heading back toward his room. ]

i don't know what else i expected

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Yes. It allows me to essentially... steal from the internet.

[Could he get anything that makes him sound like more of a nerd? No.]

it's a problem when i keyword to songs i like

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[ he's stealing from the internet. no, he really can't sound any more nerdy, though this time when Iori responds it's with that annoying duality of someone talking into a phone and also addressing you in person as he lets himself back on in. yo ]

You graduated from stealing online [ in middle school ] to stealing from what's online.

[ okay, so he's not going to keep talking on the phone by now, but he pointedly ends the call and leaves the door partly open behind him. Inumuta gets graced with both glasses and garter dropped onto his chest. ]

that icon looks like iori is standing next to his bdsm slave and i cant stop laughing

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[Inumuta, at this point, has found a blanket to throw over himself haphazardly, and was lying on his side so he wouldn't have to even hold the phone to his ear. The ultimate in laziness. But oh good, he can hang up now that Iori's in the room and blessed him with his glasses and something else which he can't tell what it is. Just give him a second to put his glasses back on and-]

That's not mine.

[It might be his.]

... And yes, that about summarizes it.

you mean he's not??? lmao the keywords to that one just make it worse

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[ just going to assume it's his anyway. at least Inumuta got a power that could actually be useful. Iori's just standing here looking swindswept. he's even being nice enough not to come closer and include Inumuta in his personal wind vortex.

though it's actually pretty nice right now, all warm and... smelling like... waffles? wow. what the hell. now he's hungry. screw you, wind. ]

What does that look like in practice?