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PEACEMAKER

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[haggle]

( doom scrolling doesn't even begin to cover the current state of saltburnt's network. it's what she expects, flicking through the debris of angelus' fuckery and fallout: murder splashed across the headlines, the head-turns and whispers that follow a tragedy. crack-cocaine injected into the attention spans of the morbidly curious.

hers snags on something else, midway through cataloging max's post for posterity. probably plenty of guys who name their cock peacemaker, like it'll solve her problems and take a stab at world peace while it's at work. probably less of a chance it's not adrian's peacemaker. so — not an imaginary friend, then. not a lie you pass around locker rooms at puberty for popularity points. this is my buddy, peacemaker. we totally fuck hot chicks together, but you can't meet him. he goes to another school. he's real, you guys have to believe me.

christ. imagine that. )

yo
is this who adrian's microchipped to

[11thstreet]

[in between one thing and nothing at all (look, he's still working off getting really fucked up and apparently missing some freddy krueger come to life bullshit in the process because he's not twenty-five anymore), chris squints this text. he turns his phone to the side and does it again. and again.

finally:]

Are you Bob?

Just wondering, because I'm still not convinced he's actually a real person

[maybe he'd think that someone named bob wouldn't make their name a fucking butterfly emoji, but maybe it's not his place to judge that, is it? butterfly emojis can belong to anyone. see, that's growth.]

[haggle]

( kindergarten teachers will tell you there's no such thing as a stupid ass question. men keep working overtime to disprove that theory to her. nicotine clogs her lungs on the next inhale, windpipe choked around cigarette smoke. )

holy shit. bob????
be so fucking for real. do i look like i bottom

( context clues point to no. )

ok
do a mental ranking of the hottest strangers you clocked at the breakfast
review the top bitch
that's who you're talking to

[11thstreet]

I wanna say no?
That's kind of what I'm getting that you want me to lean toward

[did he get that right? he's gonna assume he got that right.

and now he's going to rotate faces in his head, just like he's been asked to. it's not as easy as butterfly emoji makes it sound, because there are a lot of hot people here, he's just saying.]

Are you telling me you're a hot chick?
A hot chick who knows Adrian?

[a hot chick who spoke to adrian without his presence? jesus fucking christ what is the world coming to]