Byron: LMAO
Ren: Don’t you have work to do wrong, you abominable cunt?
Velle: I can’t help how much I MISS YOU 48 OH MY GOD
Ren: *kissy face emoji*
Hancock: Ren can I borrow your dog? I wanna look like a total fucking douchebag for an afternoon
Ren: you don’t need my dog to do that. Just look in the mirror right now. Right this second. It’s happening as we speak.
Jasper: Guys leave Ren’s dog alone. It’s not his fault his mommy’s a chooch.
Rook: lol Joy just fell out of her chair
Luthor: GUYS FUCK OFF YOU’RE DISRUPTING MY GAME
Hancock: uh oh! Cuckerberg’s getting upset!
Jasper: Sorry Luth. Ren, stop torturing that poor mutt.
Hancock: yea, and leave the dog alone too
I snort out loud.
Ren: Felix Darcey please join the chat! I need you to go stab those two morons
Felix: On it!
The chat goes dead for a solid three minutes.
Byron: Did he actually kill them? Lol
Velle: they’re shitting their pants LOL
Felix: Guys, I didn’t even leave my room yet! Relax ;)
Ren: HA!
The madness is cut off when my phone rings, and I’m so distracted that I actually answer it, despite it being a random New Mexico number I don’t recognize.
“Hello?” I’m sighing out my chuckles, but then I flinch.
Damn, what am I, some kind of boomer?? I don’t answer the phone,especiallynot for unknown numbers.
“Uh…hi. Dash?” A male voice comes stuttering over the line, and it sounds vaguely familiar.
“Um… who’s this?” I ask nervously.
“It’s Ryan. Ryan Harper! From that time when me and my partners were on vacation…?”
I can hear the smile in his voice, and I’m losing my damn mind.
Ryan’s calling?!?!?!
“Holy crap!” I gasp into the phone. “Oh my God, Ryan! Hey, how are you?? It’s been a while!”
“I know right?” He chuckles, a bit awkwardly.
