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lu-undy · 3 years ago

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Un-alone, Chapter 13

Here it is!

"Nice spot, eh?"

"Yeah, really nice, Uncle Phil."

Philip had taken his nephew to enjoy some fishing, on a lake.

"And so far, your mum will have enough to cook for the next few days at least."

Phil fished his thermos and two cups out of the bag he had brought. He poured some coffee for Mundy and himself.

"Yeah, she'll be happy it's fresh from the lake."

The lake was located at the heart of a forest. Mundy and his uncle had to cross the forest and go quite deep. They passed joggers and dog walkers, families taking a stroll in the sunny and cold November. When they reached the lake, their only company was that of a few other fishermen.

“Bit cold this time of year, eh?” Phil asked.

“As cold as autumn for us in Oz.”

“So you’re not that cold, are ya? I don’t want you to catch a cold, then your mum’s gonna tell me off.” Phil chuckled.

“Nah, don’t worry.”

The fishing had been more than successful as Phil had commented, so both uncle and nephew took it easy and just lay on their long chairs.

“D’you know what, son?”

“Mh?”

“I wish I was your age again…”

“Why?”

“Oh, the fun I had when I was young like you…” Phil smiled to himself in nostalgia. “Back in those days, I used to go out quite often with some friends. We’d go around bars and all…”

“Ah, I see.”

“Twas good fun." Phil sipped more of his coffee. "You never go out and have fun with your mates?"

"Used to." Mundy answered.

"Don't do it anymore?"

Mundy shrugged.

"Don't tell me you think you're too old, eh?" Phil chuckled and Mundy joined him.

"Nah, I don't know. I just don't see my mates as much as I used to."

"Why?"

"They've got their lives now with kids and all. Can't really call them for a night out."

"Ah, yeah, right… But you like that kind of things, don't you?"

"What?" Mundy asked.

"Nightclubs and all the mumbo jumbo you young folks go to in the evenings."

"Y-yeah, I think so."

"Tell you what," Phil started and turned to look his nephew in the eye. "Tonight, you get your grilled fish and then you go to town. I'll tell your mum you wanted to see around the city and all. I'm sure you'll have fun."

Mundy smiled.

"Thanks, Uncle Phil."

"I'll give you a few addresses. I'm sure you'll meet nice folks your age and all. Ah, remind me to give you the address for the Bull and Horn."

"What's that?"

"It's a pub. You might find a few hunters like you there."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! They've got a hunting club and more than a few enthusiasts. I'm sure you'll make friends there."

"Ah, right…" Mundy put a hand behind his neck and smiled. "Thanks."

"I get it, y'know? You're not like your Mum and I, old folks. You gotta live, go out and see the sights out there! When was the last time you got out of your desert in Australia, eh?"

"Y-yeah, it's been quite a while."

"A young boy like you, ah… Plus, I've been to the Bull and Horn myself…" Phil started and let his sentence hang in the air. Mundy felt that there was more.

"And?" He asked.

Phil wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, a good few catches there, eh, if you see what I mean…"

Mundy blushed to his ears.

"Right…"

"Yeah. But there's women of your age too, eh! I'm not sendin' my nephew to old folks like me!" Phil laughed and tapped his nephew's shoulder.

"Yeah, uhm… Thanks, Uncle Phil, but you don't need to.. uh… I mean…"

"Hey, you've been here for a few weeks already. You must be bored out of your mind! No! Don't even worry about your Mum! I'll take care of that! You go and have your fun, yeah?"

Mundy looked at his uncle. His eyes were shining bright and his smile couldn't be bigger.

"Sure."

"Attaboy!"

After they finished with their coffee, both gathered their fishing gear and their generous catch of the day before moving back to Mundy's van. The ride back home was punctuated by Phil's banter, his anecdotes. When they reached home, both went straight to the kitchen.

"Carrie!"

"Ah! It's you guys! Marty was startin' to worry about you, eh!" Caroline answered as the German Shepherd rose to his feet to greet Philip and Mundy.

"Marty's been fine, it's you who's worryin'!" Phil answered. "Micky, go ahead and put the box on the table. Have a look inside, Carrie! Guess how many fishes we caught, eh?"

Caroline went to her son and as soon as he put the cold box down, she went to hug him. She gently pulled him down and Mundy bent down to kiss her cheek.

"Hey, Mum."

"Micky, so… Let me see how much luck you brought to your Uncle…" Caroline went to the cold box and opened it.

"Oi! As if I couldn't catch any fish on my own!" Phil answered.

"Good God! That's a lot of fish!" Caroline took them in her hand. "And some big ones too, eh?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Phil answered proudly, inflating his chest with air.

"Great job, Micky!” Caroline taunted her brother who put his hands on his hips.

“Oi! I caught some too”

“Good that you taught your uncle, Micky.” She tapped her son’s shoulders and Mundy smiled. “I’ll get busy cleaning them now.”

“Right, right…” Phil chuckled. “Let me help you, Carrie.”

“Nah, you go and get yourself a seat, you’ve moved enough today. Micky, help him do the stretches that the doctor ordered, yeah?”

“Yeah, Mum. Let’s go, Uncle Phil.”

Both men moved to the living-room and Phil put his cane down next to the sofa before he sat down.

“Can you stretch your leg? Yeah, great, alright, I’ll hold it from here and you do the stretchin’, yeah?” Mundy said and his uncle took a deep breath.

Caroline came to see them a bit later and stopped at the door between the kitchen and the living-room. She smiled, seeing her normally tall son on his knees helping his uncle was both endearing and funny; although she knew that Mundy was very helpful. Even though he was one to disappear to the desert, he would always drop everything and help his parents whenever they needed.

“How is it going with your leg, Phil?” She finally stepped in and asked.

“Yeah, better I think. I mean, it hurts a bit less, and after Micky does the stretches and exercises, it tingles for a while, and then it’s better.”

“He likes the massages by the physio best though, eh?” Mundy looked up at his uncle with a smile.

“Hey, can’t compete with a professional massage, son.”

They all shared a laugh.

“Oh by the way, Carrie,” Phil winked at his nephew. “Tonight, Micky’s gonna go out.”

“Oh? You’re taking him around?” She asked her brother.

“Nah, he’s goin’ out to, y’know, have fun!”

Mundy blushed and lowered his head back to his uncle’s leg. He wished he could shrink to a mouse.

“Oh…” Caroline’s surprise was obvious. “Uh, alright…”

Dinner was delicious and the fresh catch of the day made the best impression on all three of them. But as Mundy came closer to finish his dinner, he dreaded the moment that he would have to leave to, well, have fun.

“So, where will you go tonight, Micky?” Caroline asked.

“Uhm…”

“He’ll go to a pub I’m recommendin’.” Phil jumped in and answered. "He can even tell them he comes from me, they know me there."

“Oh, whereabouts is that?”

“It’s about a fifteen minute drive.” Phil went on. “They’ve got a huntin’ club there, they do huntin’ like Micky. I’m sure he’ll make friends. And they also have lady hunters, eh?” Phil chuckled and nudged his nephew with his elbow. Mundy turned the same colour as the tomatoes in his plate.

“I see.” Caroline chuckled.

“He’s bored, Carrie! The boy is bored! He’s been actin’ like second physio to an old man like me for weeks! He must be bored out of his mind. And he’s not like us, Carrie, eh! He’s young and all! He’s wild! Lives in the desert and all! An adventurer!”

“I-I just hunt, eh?”

Caroline’s eyes went to her son and she read the discomfort painted all across his face and his body. She wanted to save him from what his uncle was creating.

“Right, Phil, give me your plate.”

“What?”

“Salad.” She answered.

“Carrie, Carrie you know I don’t like those green things. How can we eat somethin’ the cows and all eat, eh? We’re stealin’ their food? Have you thought about that? That’s selfish!”

Obviously, Caroline didn’t listen and proceeded to fill Philip’s plate with the salad she had prepared. After dinner, she found him still stuck to Mundy.

“Micky?”

“Yeah?” The Aussie raised his eyes to his mother, at the kitchen door.

“C’mere a minute, I need you.”

Mundy turned to his uncle.

“Go and see your mum, we’ll talk later.”

“Thanks, Uncle Phil.” The son went to join his mother and left his uncle in front of the television.

As soon as Mundy entered the kitchen, Caroline closed the door.

“Oh, are you alright, Mum?”

“I was about to ask you the same.” She answered with a gentle chuckle.

“What? Why?”

“Come on…” She answered while readying a kettle. “Phil’s been pressuring you to go out tonight more than you’ve ever wanted to in your life.”

Mundy sighed.

“Yeah, well, couldn’t really say no to him, could I?” He admitted with a shy grin.

“Hey, Micky. You’re a big boy, you do whatever you want." Caroline gave her back to her son to take care of the herbal tea. "So, what would you rather do?"

"I don't know…" He scratched his head and ruffled his own hair.

"Tell me." Caroline insisted.

Mundy took a deep breath.

"Part of me doesn't wanna go out much, I mean, not to a crowded place. 's too much."

"But?" Caroline asked, feeling that there was a 'but'.

"But I… I don't know… if they're hunters too… Maybe I'll find a few mates to get along with?"

Caroline smiled and poured the tea in two cups before sitting next to her son and handing him one.

"What's your gut feeling?" She asked.

"Hm…" He took the cup and nodded in thanks before staring at the tea and the wisps of smoke wreathing above it. "What d'you think I should do?" He asked, raising his eyes to his mother.

"If I were you, I'd give it a try. If you like it, you can go back from time to time." She took a sip of her tea. "Y'know, your uncle's right. You've come here with me to not let me travel on my own and to help your uncle but you've played nurse long enough. You're young and you should go out and meet people." She smiled at him and he reciprocated. "Who knows," She went on. "You might find a nice sheila who likes huntin' and days out in the desert too, eh?"

Mundy's smile vanished and he blushed.

"Y-yeah, maybe, I don't know… I should probably go, it's late…" He pushed the chair back and started springing to his feet.

"Micky." Caroline stopped him with a hand on his own. Mundy looked down at her. "Please." She insisted and he resumed his seat.

"What?" He asked in a hoarse, thin voice.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Why is it that everytime your uncle or I mention a sheila, you run away faster than a hare?"

Mundy frowned. He stared down at his cup of herbal tea.

"Is there anythin' you want to tell us?" She asked.

Mundy's thigh started bouncing and his eyes darted left and right.

"I won't say anythin' to your Dad." She added and gently stroked Mundy's hand with hers. He hunched his back.

"I-I gotta go. G'night."

Mundy left and went straight to his van. He didn't know how but he fastened his seatbelt and before he knew it, the van was driving him around.

Caroline was left in the kitchen, her thoughts running wild in her mind. Why would Micky, her Micky, not trust her more? She thought they had walked a mile more in the right direction, that Mundy would open up more?

Hm. She was missing something, she knew that much. But in the wild, vast range of possibilities, what could it be? Well, let's take the pragmatic approach and see what she knew.

It had something to do with her son's feelings. Yeah, alright. But then what? Why would he hide like a snail in its shell when she mentioned a loved one? He looked so distraught as well… Why would he be so sad…?

Oh. Oh, bugger. Of course!

Caroline's eyes widened and she rushed to Mundy's bedroom. It was empty.

"Bugger…"

She went straight to the living-room and opened the front door, looking where the van had been parked. It wasn't there anymore.

"If you wanna make a draft, you'd better open that window, instead of the door…!" Phil said from the sofa, as he turned to look at his sister.

"Ah, he's gone…" She closed the door and put her hand on her hip. "Well, meetin' someone new at the pub will help." She shrugged and thought to herself that she could wait, because now, she knew what was going on.

-- The Bull and Horn --

Mundy pushed the door and entered. He went straight to the counter.

"Oh hey, there. What can I get'cha?"

"Uh, a beer, whatever you'd recommend."

"Alright, one beer for the gent over here…!" The bartender got busy and turned back to Mundy in a minute. "Here we go, that's the house's special."

"Right, thanks." Mundy took a sip not so much to enjoy the drink, but rather to gulp down the discussion he had just had with his mum.

"You're new around here? And why the long face, eh?"

Mundy raised his eyes to the bartender.

"Ah, uh, nah, yeah, I'm not from here originally."

"Funky accent you got, that's not from around these parts or this country at all… Let me guess, English?"

"Nah, I'm an Aussie."

"Oh ho, Australian, eh? I know a guy who's originally from there too, Phil. He used to come here from time to time. Nice police officer, great humour too."

"That's… my uncle."

"No way?! You must be Mundy then!" The bartender burst out.

"Yeah, that's me… I see Uncle Phil's talked about me, eh?" Mundy's lips pursed up in a shy smile.

"He said you were in the business too, eh? Huntin' I mean! That true?"

"Nah, yeah, I am." Mundy removed his hat and gave a timid nod.

"Good to meet'cha!" The tall and broad shouldered man extended his hand. Mundy shook it and thought he would lose a few fingers…! "Hey, guys! Come round here! This here gent is Phil's nephew, the Aussie hunter!"

Suddenly, Mundy was surrounded by people who… looked like him! Hats on their head, worn out leather boots and not a care in the world for what fashion was, mullets, long, greasy haired men and even in the dimly lit, cosy atmosphere of the pub, Mundy could see that their skins were tanned by the sun, like him!

Mundy's eyes opened to his surroundings, the wooden beams, the hunting trophies on the walls, the fireplace that a few sofas circled, in a corner… Of course, the lingering smell of beer, the few hunting rifles hung on the walls, with golden plaques, true beauties of old things.

The Aussie took a deep breath and smiled. Yeah, for once, he didn't look like the odd one in the crowd. He fit right in.

"So, Mundy, next round's on me! C'mon, tell us about the game in Australia!"

Mundy's head swished and swooshed, left and right, he looked at the faces of men and women looking up at him with curiosity, with eagerness even!

And he started. He explained the kinds of games, the season, the more recent regulations, to protect some beasts, the poachers, the nightmare it had become to own a gun, and how rare good gun shops were. All in all, Mundy's throat went dry and he couldn't believe it! When was the last time he had talked so much that his saliva had vaporised?! And his new friends kept asking him questions, or they sometimes explained to him how different it was there, in New Mexico.

The chats went on and on, until he found himself around a pool table, sharing a game with a few men.

"Your turn, Larry."

"Heh, look at this one, Mark, I'm tellin' you, you'll lose it!" The large man aligned his pool cue with the white ball. He bent over the table and closed one eye to take his aim.

Clack…!

The white ball knocked the yellow one in a hole straight. It bounced a few times on the edges and finally stopped.

"Your turn now, Mundy, and I'm sorry to leave it in a tight spot…!" Larry chuckled.

The white ball had rested near one of the edges of the table.

"She'll be alright." Mundy smiled and downed more of his beer before leaving his pint on the nearby table and taking the pool cue from Larry's hand.

"I'd go for the green one." Mark said, and Mundy's eyes shot up to him. They exchanged a smile.

"Yeah, was thinkin' the same. The blue one's at a tricky angle, but I can probably get the green one." Mundy positioned himself, bending over the table and taking his aim. He raised his eyes for an instant and saw Mark's brown eyes riveted on him. "Ahem…" Mundy frowned and focused on the white ball again.

Clack…

And the white ball bounced on the edge to meet back with the green one and pushed it straight to the nearest hole, in the corner of the table. It finished rolling right next to the blue one.

"Not bad, not bad at all, eh?" Larry chuckled. "I'll go get myself another pint. Anyone wants anything?"

"Nah, thanks." Both Mundy and Mark answered.

"Alright, I'll be right back." And Larry left the table.

"Right, here, Mark." Mundy handed him the pool cue.

"Thanks, mate?"

Mundy chuckled.

"Y'know some Aussie slang?"

"Barely any." Mark chuckled. "Wish I knew more, I like the accent."

"Can teach you a few things."

"Good luck, I'm shit at learnin'."

"That makes us two then."

Mark must have been around Mundy's age, not more. He was slim and a bit shorter than the Aussie. His blond mullet shone nicely under the lamp over the pool table, and his brown eyes looked… gentle? He had a stubble, the stuff of a few days, like Mundy, maybe even shorter. Being a blonde, it was very light.

"Should I get the blue one, then?" Mark's voice cut Mundy's stare. The American was standing next to the table, tilting his head on one side.

"Think so. If you feel like it, you can try the blue and that red one but you might need to push quite hard."

"Depends how it bounces off that edge… Hm… Gosh, all this beer's gettin' to me and I'm afraid I can't aim as well as you can, Mundy." Mark chuckled.

"Well, you can try."

They exchanged a smile.

"Right then, I'll bite. Blue and red it is, then…!" Mark bent over the table and took a few seconds to aim.

Clack…

The white ball pushed the blue one with no problem, it bounced off of the wall and…

"Fuck, I really thought I'd get it…!"

"I'm back with more beer, what did I miss?" Larry interrupted. "Did Mundy win already or is your drunk self holding out still, Mark?"

"Well I'll have you know that I'm not losin' yet, old man!" Mark answered. "But you're right, the beers ain't helpin'!"

They laughed and the stick went to Larry who didn't score anything.

"Ah ha! You can't aim for shit anymore either, Larry!" Mark mocked and laughed.

"It's just my age catchin' up!" Larry answered. "You'll see when your hair turns white and all!" He turned to Mundy. "Here, your turn."

"Thanks, mate."

"What're you thinkin'?" Mark asked.

"Watch this." Mundy took his aim and struck. The white ball pushed the red, the orange and the purple one.

"Holy shit, that was amazin'!" Mark exclaimed. "Larry, I think we should quit now, before we lose!"

"Bah, I'll go sit over one of the couches and leave you kids have your fun." Larry took his pint and moved away.

"Bugger, did I piss him off?" Mundy asked.

"Nah, don't worry… Martin's just arrived, he's best friends with Larry since before George Washington's time…!"

Mundy chuckled.

"D'you wanna go on or…?" He asked.

"I think you won. And I can't see as straight as when I'm sober… Not that I am particularly… Uh…"

"Sober?" Mundy asked.

"Straight…" Drunk Mark answered and Mundy's eyebrows jumped. "Anyway, sorry, I'm pissed… I should go back home."

"You want me to drive you back? I'm still alright, haven't drunk half as much as you did."

"Nah, I ain't that bad, can still drive."

"Mate, you shouldn't risk it. I've got my van, you'll just have to guide me." Mundy said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"Well, if that's no problem for you…" Mark said. "But I'll owe you one, eh?"

Mundy smiled.

"Alright, I'll remember it."

Both men went to say goodbye to their friends and left.

"You sure you don't want me to drive you home, Mark?" Larry asked from the sofa. Mundy looked down at Mark. The blonde looked up at Mundy and smiled.

"Nah, I'll be fine."

"Right, I see…" Larry answered and nervously chuckled as he shook his head. "You be safe, eh?"

"Yup!" Mark answered and Mundy blushed. The shorter man's eyes were stuck on him. "Let's go, Mundy."

They exited the pub and went straight to Mundy's van.

"Ooh, she looks nice and cosy, eh? Quite old, but man, that's how you know they're friends for life…"

"Yeah, you're right."

They climbed in, Mundy on the driver's seat and Mark next to him.

"You have a camper yourself?"

"Nah, but wish I had… I mean, look, we live in a desert, yeah, and some people don't like it but… C'mon, you gotta admit, it's fuckin' beautiful." Mark said as Mundy started the van and drove away. The Aussie smiled.

"You're preachin' to the choir. Where I come from, we've got deserts too, a bit more red than here, but deserts still."

"You ever go and sleep there, in the middle of nowhere?" Mark asked.

"Oh yeah, all the time." Mundy answered and quickly looked at his passenger. They exchanged a smile.

"Have you seen the stars here at night, in New Mexico?"

"Once, yeah." Mundy nodded.

"Wanna go see them again? I know a good spot."

The grin they shared was more than an answer.

#tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy #unalone

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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What a little sweetie! 😭 Giving me so much fodder to get 'em all with, yas gurl! 🙊 Rio: She defs knows the benefit of letting ya hair down and if she disagrees then she ain't our Muvva 👽 Rio: Same when I was your age, so many parties, so much time stretching ahead...ugh, hark at me Rio: Speaking of though, Pabs has managed to keep outta the drunk tanks since my last visit, yeah? 🙄 Chief Grace: I'd say go easy cos the acne is !! but where was mine was I was a 🍕 me and payback are bitches that have each other's backs like 😂 Grace: So welcome 💋 remember who treated you right hun 😚 Grace: Oh babe that's proper tragic 😂 Are you okay?! Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: I'd lie to spare your feels but I can't even cos he is not forgiven! Fuck him truly Rio: Way harsh babe! Gotta share that knowledge and spot treatment 🙏 older sib duties ✌ you only gotta look out for them 3, feel MY pain when I wanna be a petty bitch please 😉😂 Rio: Clearly not, like...What tf am I like? 🙈 Rio: Still in the dog house then...I hope little miss tiny tits is too, seen her being snide on the 'gram Rio: we know she's no 😇 so as long as she's getting her share of the 💩 from you, I ain't judging on the Pabs score 👌 Grace: 😈 LMAO jks obvs I'm living for getting to flex like that Grace: Nobody else lets me near their face, their loss but still BOO Grace: Ugh yes cos he doesn't even see that he did me WRONG she was trying he's just an idiot and its like BOY NO Grace: Never learning them lessons Grace: 🚫 No worries there she's BEYOND cancelled 🚫 Grace: I hate that bitch Rio: That's why you gotta get them clients honey, just you wait, people will be BEGGIN' for your time and expertise 😘 Rio: Yeah, he's a fool in general though Rio: Not to say that ain't valid, 'cos 100% babe, but it wasn't personal, like Rio: Try to remember that 'cos he's not that boy, no matter what typa foolishness he's caught up in rn 😒 Rio: 👏 I like what I'm hearing, Gracie! So much growth! Rio: Here for it Grace: I feel you but also it's like idk it was personal to me cos she was my best friend and he knew that Grace: On some level idk Grace: Whatever I'm trying to be over it Grace: There's bigger 🐠 Rio: Fair Rio: Idk if he knows he knew...Mouthful Rio: Give him time and a chance, but that's it, sensible big sister said her piece on that, you're free to go on doing what you're doing 😜 Grace: Thanks 👑 Grace: Rio, I can forreal come to london right? Like you're not just shhing me Grace: I'm so done with this place atm Rio: Of course you can Rio: As long as the 'rents sign off on it, you can stay for as long as you like Rio: That's Dubo for ya...gets under your skin Rio: Anything else I can do, tho? Grace: 💜 Grace: Ugh it's just everything Grace: There's barely anything I can do Grace: Ignore me I'm a hormonal 👾 Rio: Have you had your B12 and folates checked? Billie and Edie were anaemic you should double-check 'cos that will have you feeling rough as Grace: 👼 You're adorbs Grace: Enough of my chatter anyway, how are you? Rio: 👀 okurr but we're coming back to this later Rio: 'cos I'm same old same old Rio: Nothing beyond the promised goss of London to report Rio: No boys, remember? Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: Oh please you always have a boy Grace: Spill it Rio: 😨 Swear on my life, babe! Rio: Nothing and no one Grace: We're twinning then 💕 Grace: Do tell Janis 😂 Rio: Coming for ya brand Rio: Shameless 😏 like to think I could pass, not that old or having THAT crisis tho, jfc Grace: 👯💣🔥 Grace: You're flawless babe don't even stress Grace: when I'm your age I'll have to pray Rio: Aww, you doll, extra brownie points for boosting my ego 💋 Rio: What you chattin'?! We're all babes, lbr Grace: 😂 shhh avó be repping herself hard in me and no offence 👵 it's not goals 💔 lmao Grace: obrigado,... mas não, obrigado like she rocks it but she's also way old so Grace: the struggle is real 😂 Rio: You're mad gal Rio: don't be wasting your youth hating on what you'll miss Rio: though we all age like fine wine, avó paving the way 💣 Rio: Ma was onto something having us so young Grace: Don't let her hear you say that Grace: My ears are still ringing from her calling me out Rio: umm Rio: BISH YOU WHAT Grace: 🤷 No drama just Rio: You weren't on the pill? Or missed a day? Rio: We've all had the scare but I never got as far as needing to tell Mum Rio: You poor thing! 😨🙈 Grace: Well obvs that was my bad but she only made me die about a thousand times Grace: I survived Rio: Eeep! Rio: At least she didn't march you down the clinic in a shame cone like most would round here Grace: OMG like she made me go but my ootd was my own doing 🙏 Rio: Not so much as a high collar in sight 🙌 Rio: Explains your hormones though, babe, that shit will FUCK you up for ages Rio: so no worries there Grace: I know exactly what I'm in for Grace: Ugh Rio: Forreals Rio: Who'd be a fucking woman, eh? Grace: Mia. To fuck over the others Grace: kms Rio: 😂 Rio: Fueled by her PMS that one Grace: [Sends her 2 very similar selfies} which one do you vibe the most with? Rio: 1st one, s'more natural Rio: smile ALMOST reaches your eyes Grace: lmao Grace: Thanks babes Rio: if you gonna fake it 'til you make it Rio: gotta keep you the realest, ain't I? 😉 Grace: gotta keep me 😂 Rio: Wanna Rio: Blood ties aside 😘 Grace: 💜 Rio: Best get ready for work Rio: Could use you here to do my look for me, cba tonight 😐 blah Grace: I'd be living for that you know it but you'll be killing it with or without me, honey Grace: You got this gurl Rio: Cheers 🍸 Rio: I'll get the first round in when I see ya boo 💋 Grace: Yay! So excited 😚

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