Uriel: Can I get my messages to disappear after I send them like the Snarls do?
Uriel: Let me try again.
Uriel: Hey! I was thinking about you.
Uriel: LAME. That’s how that sounded. Let me try one more time.
Uriel: I know you probably don’t want to talk to me EVER again, but I wanted to slide into your Dms to see if I could take you out on that date.
Uriel: I promise I’m not a serial killer.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I burst into laughter. I couldn’t stop. If he was a serial killer, he’d be a terrible one. Not only was he hilarious, but I already felt comfortable with him, and I’ve never even seen him in person. Uriel’s face popped up, letting me know he knew I’d opened his message, and was here.
“Uh…” Fale trailed off next to me.
“Sorry… sorry. My friend is an idiot,” I wheezed as I swiped a tear.
“Okay,” she said hesitantly as she opened up one of the drinks.
“Give me a sec,” I said as I tapped out my reply.
Me: I think that’s exactly what a serial killer would say.
Uriel: I swear I’m just a dumbass.
Me: Are you ready to get your butt whooped again?
Uriel: What?
Me: The guessing game. I promise you that wasn’t luck.
Uriel: Oh, I was wondering if you were into BDSM.
Oh, you have no idea.
Me: lol
Uriel: I was starting to sweat.
Me: You don’t like pleasing your Domme?
Uriel: I don’t even know what that is, but color me intrigued.
Me: I just snorted. My friend is wondering what the hell is going on with me.
Uriel: A guy friend?
Me: Are you curious?
Uriel: Yes…
Me: No, a girlfriend.
Uriel: Thank goodness.
Me: It’s too early to start getting jealous, Uri.
Uriel: I wasn’t… so… tonight?
