then, each line as a separate text, some minutes apart some hours apart: ]
greed's fine now, btw. ozzie's not mad either. i haven't talked to beetlejuice about anything but he's probablyyy gonna be chill about it because you're my best friend.
we don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, though. just wanted you to know they're not mad at you. neither am i.
you never told me if you were okay after that. physically, i mean. at least tell me you're okay.
[ yeah, well. a normal person would be like 'man, that ████er blocked me!' but fizz is not a normal person. he's a guy with anxiety that's been a nervous wreck for days with no response from his best friend that PROMISED and MADE A DEAL with him to never leave him again, so his initial response is, of course, 'something horrible has happened to blitzø.'
so yeah he just has an absolute fucking meltdown about it but he doesn't know what to do other than send increasingly frantic texts just in case, you know, blitzø's definitely broken phone that doesn't have fizz blocked at all manages to work again.
and for SOME FUCKING REASON, the flower shit is going on again, but different this time because he coughs up some petals during his freakout. maybe they manifested with the ones on his chest and he inhaled them and choked them back out or something, but it really doesn't improve his mood or mental state any. ]
[Each message is met with the "Not Delivered" message, not that Blitzø knows this; after blocking Fizz's number he'd gotten even sicker than he'd been already, with deep, heaving coughs causing him to almost double over until he produces what looks like a fistful of petals?
He chalks it up to more of this place's bullshit that'll be over in a day or two and curls up in the corner of the bed. The door is locked just to make sure no one tries to enter and he'll figure out what to do about food and work later.]
[ eventually, fizz is too tired to keep trying, especially after he calls repeatedly and gets nothing via that either. the flowers are still being annoying and he's pretty sure it's because he's so freaked out since he also has the headache, dizziness, tightness in his chest, and nausea that accompanies a panic attack, so he forces himself to just set his phone down for a little bit and go to bed. he cuddles his cool new dog.
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text on day 6. presumably this will just be a thread of texts left on read lmao.
[ and, you know, the deal. he's TRYING HIS BEST HERE. ]
there's a movie that looks real ████ing stupid in the funniest possible way that starts today, we should see it.
HOW DID YOU KNOW??
the next day! late afternoon. :) because love is hell.
anyway, let me know when you have a minute to chill. i'm not busy.
ew the L word? GAY.
Blitzø is typing...
Blitzø is typing...
Blitzø is typing...
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what like youre trying to say youre some big heterosexual now? smh.
the first one is just this.
then, each line as a separate text, some minutes apart some hours apart: ]
greed's fine now, btw. ozzie's not mad either. i haven't talked to beetlejuice about anything but he's probablyyy gonna be chill about it because you're my best friend.
we don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, though. just wanted you to know they're not mad at you. neither am i.
you never told me if you were okay after that. physically, i mean. at least tell me you're okay.
like the heteros use the L either.
PLENTY OF PEOPLE DO!!!!!
so yeah he just has an absolute fucking meltdown about it but he doesn't know what to do other than send increasingly frantic texts just in case, you know, blitzø's definitely broken phone that doesn't have fizz blocked at all manages to work again.
and for SOME FUCKING REASON, the flower shit is going on again, but different this time because he coughs up some petals during his freakout. maybe they manifested with the ones on his chest and he inhaled them and choked them back out or something, but it really doesn't improve his mood or mental state any. ]
Plenty of LIARS
He chalks it up to more of this place's bullshit that'll be over in a day or two and curls up in the corner of the bed. The door is locked just to make sure no one tries to enter and he'll figure out what to do about food and work later.]
CITATION NEEDED
it helps a little but he's still worried.
he'll try again later. maybe ask around. definitely ask around. ]