TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[biomechanic]

Do it here!

The rules!
Go find some texts you enjoy.
Post them as your character.
Others respond.
Hilarity ensues!
(shamelessly stolen from bakerstreet )

Comments

#3

[mybadhabit]

Don't worry, none of it was mine.

Re: #3

[scrap_metal]

You tampering with my cellphone would at least explain their origin.

[mybadhabit]

What? No, don't be stupid, why would I touch your phone? I just thought you saw me coming home from a job covered in blood or something like that. I still have blood under my nails.

[scrap_metal]

You must be shit at being sneaky if you allow people to see you like that.

Forget about the drafts, why do i even have your number in first place?

[mybadhabit]

Hmph! No one ELSE saw me. I just assumed your mechanical eyes were somehow able to pick up on my speed. >8C

In case you change your mind.

[scrap_metal]

About what?

[mybadhabit]

About that stick up your ass.

[scrap_metal]

How about I'll beat you to death with it.

[mybadhabit]

You'd have to get good before you could do that, though I applaud your ambition.

[scrap_metal]

We may see one day. Are you done?

[mybadhabit]

Done with what?

[scrap_metal]

I don't have time for this ಠ_ಠ [all those errands won't run themselves]

Being all smart-ass about why we have each other numbers. Because it's either your doing, or you don't know why either.

[mybadhabit]

Maybe I like being a smart-ass with you.

[scrap_metal]

You sound like you need a hobby. [pot, kettle, the sequel]

[mybadhabit]

[Oh Genos. He doesn't need a hobby, he needs friends. You and Saitama are the closest thing he has to friends. This is him trying to be friendly.] Amazingly enough, I have hobbies. The amazing thing is that I can text and do other things at the same time. It's called multitasking.

[scrap_metal]

[Genos could stop answering any time, and just ignore him, but... well here he is hitting the reply button. It's not like he has lot of friends either.]

So what else are you multitasking right now?

[mybadhabit]

Push ups. Text with one hand, put the phone down while I wait for you to reply, then pick it up and text with the other hand. I don't even have to interrupt my rhythm.

[scrap_metal]

That means you've done around 20 by now. Only 80 left to go.

[mybadhabit]

100 push ups? What sort of pathetic training regimen do you think I follow? I'm half-way through 500.

[scrap_metal]

Just guessing. [muscle training doesn't mean much when those few muscles you have are synthetic anyway]

[mybadhabit]

100 push ups, oh my gosh. Do you know how long it takes me to do 100 push ups? 1 minute. 100 push ups stopped meaning anything to me years ago. Anyway what are you doing that's so pressing that you don't want to talk to me?

[scrap_metal]

Carrying a box big enough to warrant using both hands. Makes typing a bit of a hassle.

[mybadhabit]

Oh. You know I can wait until you're done with that, right? [He guesses. It's not like he's lonely or anything.]

[scrap_metal]

Won't that interrupt your rhythm? [he's almost home anyway]

[mybadhabit]

Push ups are done, I'm doing leg lifts, now. Anyway, my rhythm isn't dependent on you.