#like the fucking 'I forgot something important [like maybe your adorable dumbass partner???]' was Great

[firebirdsdaughter]

Ruby:

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Grilled Cheese & Cereal Deaths

Dean unlocks the door to his apartment, his forehead resting against the wood and eyes closed in a calculative fashion as he turns his key in the lock.

He’s opened this door thousands of times before, and has collected enough data to reach the conclusion that he does it better when he’s not looking at it. His fingers know exactly what to do, relying on muscle memory and the grooves of the key; but when he’s looking, it takes him a minute to figure out which key is for which, since he’s got every key he owns attached to his purple-pink, rubber ‘I want to break free’ keychain.

Having to not pay attention as he’s unlocking the door allows him to start thinking about Cas again, as if he hasn’t been doing it all four hours of his drive back from Kansas. Cas should be awake right now, it’s only ten, but then he knows this is Cas, infamous for sleeping the weirdest hours known to man. One day, he’s snoring by five pm without a trace of dinner in him, and the next, he’s nudging Dean awake at three am for pancakes.

The lock clicks, and Dean straightens.

It’s only been three days since he’s seen Cas, but he misses him. He considers surprising him, because their door has a silent lock, which Cas wouldn’t have heard unless he’s in the living room - which he never is, unless Dean barters cuddles on the couch in exchange for a Dr Sexy watching partner. Cas is more of a bedroom person. Occasionally, a balcony person. Or, weirdly, sometimes, a hallway person.

Dude just settles cross-legged on the floor, in the middle of the hallway, with his book on his thighs and elbows on his knees, and doesn’t move until Dean almost trips over him, hence finding him, and nagging at him to at least sit on something with a mattress.

Fuck, he misses him.

Dean swings open the door, deciding not to think anymore, and just get to his boyfriend and kiss him and - he steps in. 

“I’m back!” He sings exaggeratedly, hands on his hips, giant grin pulling the corners of his lips up.

“Dean!” Cas yelps, his voice the kind of heavy only sleep deprivation can cause. Dean takes a moment to scan his face, the bags under his eyes and his slightly unfocused eyes. 

Cas’s eyes blink wide and lips completely pursed, like the child who was caught with his hand in the candy jar. But here, the proverbial jar is a stack of books so high - they come all the way up to Cas’s hip, beginning from a two-feet-high table, and the proverbial child is a panicky IT major who knows exactly how long ago he should’ve taken a nap.

Dean sets down his bag next to the door.

“Come here.” Dean lifts his arms, beckoning with a soft voice.

“It isn’t as bad as it looks,” Cas starts to argue, from five feet away. The idiot is in the living room, after all. How could Dean forget? He can also be found at the living room when he’s having one of his truly bad, must-do-everything-at-once episodes. “I swear, I just took out all of these books an hour ago, there’s just this thing which came up -”

“Come here.” Dean says, his mouth a straight line.

“You’re wrong if you think I haven’t slept in 24 hours, Dean.” Cas whines, his resolve lessening. “But I just had so much to do, and there’s this deadline, and there’s not even -”

“Come here.” Dean repeats.

Cas yields, giving up with a little huff, and dragging his socked feet across their living room.

He tucks his head under Dean’s chin, once he’s wrapped his arms around his middle, and Dean’s arms automatically move up to hold him close.

Most times, Dean doesn’t think it’s fair that Cas gets to alternate between being the larger in the two of them, with his wide-ass shoulders and his frigging arms; and the next instant, the adorable little snuggler who’s burying his face in Dean’s shirt.

But at the moment, Dean doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, he doesn’t mind it so much, that he stops thinking about everything else and spontaneously decides he wouldn’t mind if Cas never pulled away.

He squeezes, exhaling happily.

Cas lets out a content little sigh, melting into him, and Dean stops smiling for a moment when he realizes Cas is leaning all of his weight on Dean. And it’s not the fact that Cas is six feet tall, and built completely of concentrated snark and runner’s muscles, and that he’s heavy - but that Dean suddenly remembers that Cas hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

As he conveniently just confessed to.

“You need to sleep.”

Cas makes a disgruntled sound, possibly scrunching up his nose.

“I need to shower.”

Dean sniffs the air dramatically, and shrugs. It’s nothing he can’t handle. He doesn’t really think Cas has been up to jogging lately, and staying holed up in your second floor room with two semester worth of books for a project doesn’t exactly make you sweat, it’s not too unpleasant. Sure, stale clothes have a smell, but this one’s mostly just Cas.

“You need to eat.” Dean counters, and it’s probably a strong point he makes, since Cas doesn’t have a retort to throw back at him within the first second.

“That reminds me. We’re out of coffee,” Cas mumbles, in a little voice. “Didn’t know how I could text you to buy Nescafe when you were driving home two hundred and fifty miles.”

“What about the emergency stack you keep in the bedroom?”

Cas shakes his head. “I forgot to replenish that after the Great Scare of Preponed Papers, in September.”

“You’re every inch the college boy my mama warned me to look out for.” Dean teases, wriggling out of the hug, so that he can stare at Cas.

“And yet you’ve been living with me for years.” Cas returns, turning around and walking towards the kitchen. He plops down on a dining table chair, facing Dean.

“What can I say? You make me a rebel.” Dean scoffs, following Cas’s tracks to the kitchen, after he’s taken off his jacket and deposited it on the couch.

“Ooh, I’m even worse than I thought.” Cas deadpans, crossing his arms. And that ends it. Because there’s more important things to do, right now.

Dean opens the fridge, and starts to rummage through it.

“We’re out of honey, too.” Cas tells him, his chin propped in his hands, as he stares at a busy Dean.

“I can see that.” Dean rolls his eyes, and the almost empty milk carton is the only thing which sympathizes with him. “What kind of meals did you even have since friday, Cas? Honey and coffee? Or maybe, coffee and honey?”

Cas nods. “And ramen.”

“Fucking dumbass, with a 3.9 GPA to show for it.” Dean rolls his eyes again, done with going through the fridge, and closing the door with his elbow as he holds bread and cheese in his hands. “Well, doesn’t matter. Point is, I’m back. What do you want now?”

And before Cas could answer, Dean went on in a typical five star restaurant voice. “We have grilled formaggio. And grilled queso. And the chef’s recommendation, the grilled cheese.”

“Could I have grilled syr?” Cas asks, innocent.

“Lemme guess, Russian for cheese?” Dean confirms, in a dramatic stage whisper.

Cas’s eyebrows dance. “I missed you.” He mockwhispers back.

“You know what, I’ll have to pull some strings, but I think the chef will be able to manage that.” Dean returns to his grand waiter voice. And starts to unwrap the bread and pick out plates from the drawers, while Cas surprises him by beginning to talk.

“It’s a group project.” He begins, not sounding a tenth of the pumped up and clever from before. “For Professor Naomi Novak.” He groans, his head falling on his arms folded on the table.

“Okay?” Dean urges him to go on.

“And Balthazar bailed on me.”

***

Dean listens, as Cas eats. He occasionally offers words of sympathy, or those of righteous annoyance. He stares at Cas, wolfing down the sandwiches like they’re the best thing on the planet, and looking more and more okay as he finishes what’s on his plate.

Dean had had his dinner during what was supposed to be a fuel stop, at a motel who advertised their pies on unmissable banners hannging on every surface of the gas station. He couldn’t resist the temptation.

Thinking about that reminds him that just about an hour ago, he’d been in the last quarter of his drive, tired, but excited to get home. To Cas, to his shower and of course, to his mattress. Now, he doesn’t feel exhausted at all. Or perhaps, there’s just more important things around him. All in all, he knows he isn’t going to bed himself until Cas is going with him.

“Dean.” Cas interrupts his reverie, and Dean looks up to see him pushing away his plate, completely clean.

“Yeah?”

“Everything in the world except you and this grilled cheese sucks.” Cas declares, solemnly.

Dean grins, refocusing all his attention on Cas. “Oh?”

“Definitely.” Cas nods. He licks his lips, and rests back in his chair. “I mean, I know this’ll come as a surprise, but I think I was hungry or something.” He adds, feigning innocence, and Dean snorts. “I don’t know. Must’ve been the stress of the project I’ll never be able to complete in time, that made me overlook it.”

“Cas, listen to me.” Dean begins, reassuring. “The project will be done, Novak will not freak out, and you’ll ace through her class too. Everything’s going to work out.”

“How?” Cas asks, not as much ridiculous as it is desperate.

“You see,” Dean answers, his tone smooth. Well, sarcasm’s always been their language. “I have a brother.”

“Congratulations?” Cas squints, in a confused monotone.

“Nah, he’s not a pleasure to have or anything,” Dean shrugs, a grin on his hips. “But he’s dating someone.”

“Congratulations to him?” Cas offers.

“You don’t get it, smartass. The guy my brother’s dating, is Balthazar’s flatmate.” Dean waits for Cas to catch up. “So, all I have to do is talk to a few people, and I’ll know where to go find this weird-name guy.”

“Fuck.” Cas exclaims, stunned.

“No, Balthazar.” Dean smirks, and Cas is starting to smile much wider. “So, I’m going to get this jackass do his part of the job. And I’m sure as hell going to make him call you.”

“Oh!” Cas squeaks, eyes wide again. His face lights up with a smile, and it’s one of those genuinely gummy ones which make his eyes shine. Sonuvabitch, Dean loves him so much.

“So, yeah. I’m going to go call Sam, and get Baby out.” Cas practically radiates relief at this point, and happiness, and Dean has never been prouder of himself. “But,” He adds, before he forgets. “I have a condition.”

“What?” Cas cuts him off, abruptly. “And please don’t say you want me to go sleep, because I won’t be able to sleep until this is done, I’m too restless, and -”

“Fine.” Dean folded his arms. “Then eat.”

“I just did?” Cas motioned to his empty plate.

“Those were two sandwiches, Cas.” Dean huffs. “I need you to promise me you’ll eat the entire time till I’m back.”

“I don’t want to cook right now, I have to revise -” Cas starts to whine, and on another day, this may have been the moment Dean shut him up with a kiss, because he was being too annoying about not doing things for himself, but right now? This is a different Cas - a sleep deprived, fretty Cas, who needs to be handled in a different manner.

“I’m not asking you to cook.” Dean stands up.

Cas follows. “Huh?”

“I was just in the kitchen. We have cereal.”

“No.”

“Come on, Cas.” Dean argues, indignant. This is where they always end up. Debating on cereal. Dean’s got his facts clear. “Cereal’s a snack.”

“No, Dean. You’re a snack. I’m a snack. Arguably, Dr Sexy is a snack. Cereal is not a snack.” Cas throws back.

Dean glares at Cas. “You’ll eat your goddamn cereal until I’m home, Cas, or I swear on your coffee-freaky, sleep-deprived ass -”

“Okay.” Cas gives up. He takes a step back, puts his hands in the air, and lets out a breath.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll eat it while I reread my notes.” Cas says, his eyebrows curved. There’s still a smile on his lips, though a more annoyed one.

Dean hums, unsatisfied.

“What?”

“Cereal needs your attention.” Dean postulates, tongue in cheek. “I really can’t have you choking on Honey Nut Cheerios.”

Cas levels him with a look, which would’ve been more effective if it wasn’t leveled at him through dark-circled eyes.

“That’s the opposite of an honorable death.” Dean goes on, sweet.

“Then in the obituary, let it be said that it was Cap'n Crunch.” Cas scowls, and Dean breaks into a laugh without meaning to. “And eating cereal isn’t a singleminded task, believe it or not.”

“Fine.” Dean lets it go, knowing it’s the best deal he’s going to get.

“Fine?” Cas says, like Dean had before.

“Fine. One for me, one for you.” And with that Dean throws his jacket on again, and starts to walk out, with a pleased smile. He’s going to make this work. And as he deals with Balthazar, Cas will keep eating. Two birds with one stone.

“Though,” Cas starts speaking, and Dean looks back, surprised at how soft his voice is. Cas is looking down at his feet. “This is more like, all for me, none for you.”

“Cas.” Dean shakes his head, returning to the dining table, and putting his hand on Cas’s.

“I mean,” Cas goes on, his voice shaky. “You literally came home after three days. And instead of talking about your trip, and your family, and taking a shower and getting in bed and resting after your four hour drive - you’re already completely immersed in solving my problems for me. I’m - I’m sorry.”

Dean purses his lips. He has not thought about it like this at all, and doesn’t want Cas to, either. “Cas, no -”

“No. I’m selfish and horrible, and I didn’t even stop you when you offered to cook for me and go get Balthazar to get in touch with me, or any of it - I’m just -”

“Cas.” Dean repeats, sterner. “That is not the case. I’m fine, okay? I’m absolutely fine. And you needed to eat, and you need this now, and I want to do it for you. You aren’t making me do this! And what the hell am I here for if not to be there for you, when you need it, Cas?”

“But -”

“And do you really think you telling me to not go would’ve stopped me from wanting to help you out?” Dean cocks his head, challenging Cas to agree.

Cas shakes his head.

“Exactly. In fact, you’re showing that you trust me enough to let you know when I’m tired and pushing my limits. You’re showing that our relationship has come to that kind of level, where though we mean the gratitude, concern and appreciation entirely, we aren’t always required to keep repeating it, and that’s growth, Cas, and I’m -”

Cas waits, his eyes starting to haze.

“I’m proud of us.” Dean finishes, swallowing. He feels his own throat start to clog up. Must be from watching Cas get teary, because they don’t usually end up crying every time one of them does something nice for the other.

“You’re everything I’ve ever needed.” Cas tells him, matter-of-factly, like it doesn’t pierce Dean through the heart in the best way to hear it.

“You’re pretty perfect, too.” Dean says, trying to avoid getting as sappy as Cas has already gotten. Cas gets to blame the lack of sleep later, what does Dean do then? “And please, please don’t feel guilty about me trying to be a good boyfriend, next time?”

“I’ll try?”

“We’ve come a long way.” Dean teases. “And if it makes you feel better, I’ll try to stop feeling guilty about it too, whenever you help me out with, I dunno, professors, college papers, buying durable things online, choosing gifts for friends, ice cream flavours I don’t like -”

“That’s enough.” Cas grins. “And, thank you.”

Dean slid his arm down from Cas’s forearm, to rest on his hip. His other hand snaked around Cas’s waist.

“Thank you for everything.” Cas says, like he’s tried to soak the meaning out of all the words into his voice, and it works.

“Yeah, yeah.” They just had a chick-flick moment, and Dean isn’t prepared for another one, so soon. So he does what he does best, and deflects, rolling his eyes dramatically. “People don’t call me the awesomest-roomate-ever-slash-ideal-bestfriend-slash-your-knight-in-shining-armor for nothing.”

“Nobody calls you that.” Cas snickers, putting his arms loosely around Dean’s neck. He’s doing that thing again, like the flipping of a switch, and now it’s Dean who’s probably going to end up with his face in Cas’s neck. Kissing him, though, this time.

“Hey!” He pouts, pulling Cas in closer from the waist. “I call myself that.”

“Yeah, I have no idea why you do that.”

Remember how before it wasn’t the moment to shut him up with a kiss? Dean repeals that statement now. It’s no longer valid, because Cas is being a little shit again. Plus, he’s being a little shit who doesn’t kiss Dean yet, just teases around it, and that’s not fair, right after they’ve had such a romantic moment, is it?

So Dean takes matters into his own hands.

“Shuddup, you overworked little asshole.” And leans in to capture Cas’s lips with his, and straightens with Cas following him, planting breathy kisses on every inch of Dean’s lips, while Dean tries to return the equivalent of the favor by running his hands over Cas, under his shirt.

Cas tastes like grilled, uh, keso - ignore them, that’s a game they’ve been playing for years - and love, though knowing Cas, that’s probably just honey - and in that moment, everything is exactly as it should be.

In that moment, Dean thinks to himself, kissing Cas with every fibre of his being; everything is perfect.

[isoscele]

from dream to whispered dream

Summary: Rose wants to destroy the patriarchy. Bismuth wants her passions to be recognized. Pearl wants to have a School Improvement Committee. Ruby and Sapphire want to play softball and watch each other play softball. Blue Pearl wants a nap. And Jasper just wants people to stop sending her pictures of dogs.

or, the first gem rebellion as told by the dumbass teenagers who started this whole mess.

Blue to Pearl

Blue: were you listening during calculus

Pearl: Yes.

Blue: did you happen to write anything down

Pearl: Why? So you could copy off of me?

Blue: ideally

Pearl: Fine. They’re in my bag.

Blue: ur the best!!!!!

Blue to Pearl

Blue: what tf is this

Blue: pearl

Blue: pearl what is this

Pearl: I write in shorthand now.

Pearl: Much quicker! : )

Blue: . . .

Blue: ur cruel

Bismuth to rocks with feelings

Bismuth: doggo!

Bismuth sent prince.jpg

Rose: give him pats from me!

Bismuth: already did!

Rose: tell him i love him

Bismuth: he loves you too!

Jasper: no godam way

Jasper has left rocks with feelings

Sapphire: she’s just jealous

Bismuth: i gave him pats from you 2 sapphire dont worry

Sapphire: . . .

Sapphire: good

Ruby to Joan of Arc deserved better

Ruby: Go Pearl!

Blue: go pearl!!!!

Ruby: Kick Their Butts!

Blue: all those butts!!!

Ruby: Debate The Heck Out Of Them!

Blue: just imagine you’re arguing against us

Blue: as in, don’t hold back

Blue: but don’t cry

Blue: wait do you get pity points if you cry

Ruby: There’s No Shame In Pity Points

Pearl to Joan of Arc Deserved Better

Pearl: Thank you for all your support!

Pearl: “Pity points” don’t exist in debate, I’m afraid.

Pearl: Also, I resent the idea that I can’t argue without crying.

Pearl: I have several trophies to back me up.

Blue: what activity doesn’t have pity points

Blue: my entire life has been upheld by pity points

Ruby: OK But Did You Break Into Song?

Pearl: No.

Pearl: Maybe.

Pearl: Only on the bus ride back.

Rose to rocks with feelings

Rose: i wanna overthrow the patriarchy

Bismuth: go to bed

Rose: ok

Ruby to Sqawwwwd

Ruby: Can I Play Softball With You Guys After School

Navy: of course! the more the merrier

Army: ARE YOU GOING TO SKIP OUT ON US AGAIN

Ruby: No

Doc: we need to have a Conference.

Ruby: OK.

Army: I DON’T TRUST HER.

Doc: she has been found consulting with the enemy

Navy: she deserves a second chance!

Ruby: Guys?

Ruby: You Didn’t Kick Me Out Of The Chat

Doc: the enemy, navy. the enemy

Ruby: I’m Still Here

Army: WE DO NEED A THIRD BASEMAN

Ruby: I’ll Just Go

Ruby has left Sqawwwwd

Leggy: wait whats happening?

Blue to Pearl

Blue: where were you during lunch?

Pearl: Talking to administration.

Blue: about?

Pearl: The water quality in the fountains.

Blue: ur really invested in this

Pearl: You could say that.

Pearl: Hydration is an important factor in energy and brainpower.

Pearl: What if someone gets sick?

Blue: no1 drinks from those things

Pearl: Yes, because it’s dirty.

Blue: howd it go?

Pearl: . . .

Pearl: Not great.

Blue: that sucks

Blue: want a hug?

Pearl: Yes, please.

Jasper to this was supposed to be a study chat

Jasper: no more dogs

Sapphire: leave the chat if you care so much

Bismuth: this is a democracy.

Rose: how about a fish?

Rose sent bubbles.jpg

Rose: look at its squish face!

Sapphire: The squishest

Jasper: you are all fucking useless

Bismuth: seriously feel free to leave at any time

Sapphire: yeah jasper

Bismuth: yeah jasper

Sapphire to Ruby

Sapphire: call me if you have the time

Pearl to pearl cant argue w/out singing

Pearl: I stopped by the Y earlier today.

Pearl: They have swordfighting lessons!

Blue: cool

Pearl: If I start working more weekdays, I can even afford a few of them. Oh, can you imagine it?

Ruby: I Can Imagine You Going All Inigo Montoya On Jasper’s Butt.

Pearl: Oh, yes. So can I.

Blue: do they have a sword rack

Blue: and a hairy guy saying “choose wisely. it is to become an extension of yourself”

Blue: or some crap like that

Pearl: I think it’s “bring your own weapon.”

Ruby: Do You Have A Weapon

Pearl: Well. No.

Blue: you r ur own weapon

Blue: follow ur dreams

Pearl: . . . Thank you, Blue.

Blue: no prob

Ruby: I Can Maybe Hook You Up

Blue: omg what

Blue: ruby has Sword Connections ™

Blue: they grow up so fast

Pearl: Really?

Ruby: Not A Done Deal.

Ruby: I’ll Check It Out.

Pearl: Thank you so much!

Blue: i need someone else to acknowledge that swordfighting has been dead for centuries

Blue has been blocked from pearl cant argue w/out singing

Blue to Pearl

Blue: rude

Blue: let me back in

Pearl: No.

Blue: at least send me a video of you stabbing someone

Pearl: Okay.

Blue: i’m proud of you

Blue: your picture shows up when you google carpe diem

Blue: legit

Pearl: Thank you. Sorry I’ve been snappish lately.

Pearl: I’m kind of stressed.

Blue: it’s cool

Blue: oh look i found the pic

Blue sent partypurl.jpg

Pearl: I was going to unblock you, but good luck with that now.

Pearl: I thought I told you to delete that!?!?

Ruby to Sapphire

Ruby: Yeah Just A Sec

Incoming Call: Ruby

*Hey, Sapphy. Everything okay?*

*Yes.*

*Good. What do you want to talk about?*

*Nothing in particular. I just wanted to hear your voice.*

*Aww. That’s so sweet!*

*. . . How sweet?*

*Sweeter than the first day of summer vacation.*

*Wow.*

*Sweeter than our official first date meal.*

*Cotton candy?*

*Yeah! That. Cotton candy ain’t got nuthin’ on you.*

*I can’t believe you remember that.*

*Heh, well. My memory may not be great, but I make exceptions for important stuff.*

*You’re making me melt.*

*Like what?*

*Like mint chocolate chip ice cream all down your arms two Sundays ago.*

*Ha! That was pretty messy, wasn’t it?*

*It was adorable.*

*. . . Sapphy?*

*Yes?*

*I love you.*

*I love you, too.*

*I’m playing softball after school today. The team’s finally letting me back on.*

*Really? That’s great!*

*Yeah! I wish you could come, but the girls might not like it.*

*You’ll have to sustain me with pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.*

*Okay. I will.*

*Will you have the uniform and snapback again?*

*Probably!*

*Lots and lots of pictures.*

*I have to go to English. Text me later?*

*I can’t wait.*

*Bye!*

*Bye, Ruby.*

Blue to Swordfighting is a Respectable Art

Blue: thx for letting me in again

Blue: u know, the person who dragged u kicking and screaming into the technological era

Pearl: You’re welcome.

Blue: i was being sarcastic

Pearl: I know.

Blue: how goes the fight for water u can see through?

Pearl: Not well, but I refuse to give up.

Pearl: Do you think I should start a petition?

Blue: i’d sign

Ruby: Me Too

Pearl: Historically, petitions at this school haven’t worked very well.

Ruby: Get Teachers To Sign.

Pearl: Say, that’s not a bad idea! Not very many of our teachers seem to like me that much, but they surely feel the absence of clean water as much as we do.

Pearl: We should have a School Improvement Committee.

Blue: it would be a full-time job

Pearl: Filled with volunteers, obviously. Dedicated students, parents, and staff.

Pearl: Oh well, it’s just an idea.

Blue: u can try

Ruby: My Parent Would Join

Pearl: Ooh, yes! Could you perhaps speak to them about it?

Ruby: Sure

Blue: hey don’t u have softball

Ruby: Yeah. Sitting In The Bleachers

Ruby: The Girls Are Still Arguing About Whether Or Not I Can Play

Pearl: They told you that you could. They can’t go back on their word.

Ruby: I Don’t Know If They Remember.

Blue: that team is nothing w/out you

Blue: they should’ve begged u to come back

Pearl: That’s right! Get out on that pitch and show them what they were missing!

Ruby: OK

Ruby: Yeah

Ruby: Just Ran Around The Bases

Ruby: To Show How Fast I Am

Ruby: They Looked Impressed

Blue: knock em dead

Pearl: Good luck!

Rose to why is jasper still here

Rose: ughhhhhhh

Bismuth: you okay?

Rose: the entire student gov rejected my proposal to partner with ps-847 for the dance

Bismuth: that sucks

Bismuth: you knew it wouldn’t be a popular idea, right?

Rose: yeah

Rose: i thought at least one person would be neutral or smthing.

Rose: all violently opposed

Bismuth: the road to change is filled with potholes

Rose: who said that?

Bismuth: me

Sapphire: she’s right. it’s good that you’re doing something.

Rose: i occasionally want to bash pd’s face in

Bismuth: the road to change is also filled with bashing faces in

Jasper: finally a line of chat i agree with

Sapphire: @jasper have you just been . . . lurking there

Sapphire: also no bashing faces in

Jasper: jesus

Jasper has left why is jasper still here

Ruby to Sapphire

Ruby: I Forgot To Ask Earlier

Ruby: One Of Your Friends Is Into Forgery Right?

Sapphire: blacksmithing, yes.

Sapphire: forgery is like with art and money

Ruby: I Knew Something Was Off

Sapphire: her name is Bismuth

Sapphire: why?

Ruby: Can She Make Swords

Sapphire: she loves making swords

Sapphire: she owns so many of them

Ruby: OK Well I Have A Friend Who Needs A Sword

Ruby: For A Class She’s Taking

Sapphire: i’d have to talk to her about it, but it seems doable

Ruby: She Can’t Really Pay

Ruby: I Mean She’ll Probably Try To But

Ruby: She Goes To My School. That Probably Says Enough.

Sapphire: Bismuth’s worked in favors before

Sapphire: she’d do it again i think

Ruby: Pearl’s A Really Cool Person.

Ruby: She Knows So Much About Swords

Sapphire: theyll get along well then

Sapphire: i’ll talk to Bismuth and pass along her #

Ruby: Thank You So Much

Ruby: Oh Almost Forgot

Ruby sent pic_0412

Ruby sent pic_0413

Ruby sent pic_0414

Sapphire: ur so cute :)