Ash:loooooool
Ash:Midas! Time to pay up buddy!
Hart:You bet on this happening?
Ash:When we first joined as a team, me and Midas bet on how long it would be until Wren got his ass arrested
Hart:WHY WOULD YOU BET ON SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
Ash:It was harmless fun
Hart:How are handcuffs harmless fun?!
Ash:…
Ash:You don’t want me to pull Cane in here and embarrass you do you?
Hart:asgsdkfodnm
Black:HA! You broke him
Fix:Wait…what is happening?
Fix:Is that Wren in the picture?
Fix:Black??
Black:Everything is fiiiiiiiiiine
Black:Dandy
Black:Glitter sparkle fantastical
*Photo attached*
Ash:Is that the jaguar in the back of the cop car with you? He and Wren have the same glare
Ash:Also Midas! I can see you reading these messages. You’re not getting out of paying up skinflint!
Fix:I’m heading to the station
Black:Might want to check Hart hasn’t had a heart attack first. I have it under control here
Ash:Comforting, mate
Black: Go choke on a lollipop, fire hazard
Wren rolled his eyes as the messages flew by on Black’s screen. He could feel his own phone vibrating in his pocket over and over, Blu’s little talons poking into his head.
In the front seat, Cyrus was white-knuckling the steering wheel as Sable huffed down the back of his neck. Wren wasn’t going to tell him to stop; the man could endure it.
It probably didn’t help his mood that Wren was digging his feet into the back of the chair as well.
Oops.
“Cyruuuus,” Black crooned, putting his phone aside.
“If you ask me—”
