general texting meme

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general texting meme
To kick us off with some voice testing, here's a the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, any preferences, a start, absolutely nothing, or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

meme taken from preterland

 

 

 

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[analyticute]

[ If he hadn't asked, Maren might have opted not to say anything given how happy Sukuna looked. She can't help that tiny swell of pride, though. About this one thing Maren is very certain, at least. That her grandmother was proud of her. It's something she had been told earnestly, something she had been encouraged to believe because it was the truth, and now... ]

She passed away.

[ It's all she can really bring herself to say about the matter as she accepts the bowl, trying not to look Sukuna in the face. Right to her lips it goes, her concentration foisted upon discerning the taste, anything that might be missing. ]

[repatch]

... Ah.

[Perhaps Sukuna should have been able to guess considering it was strange to see a young girl working so hard as Maren-chan did, and now that he thought about it, he had never seen anyone come to pick her up nor had she ever had to call someone to say she was staying late. It seemed like the two of them were very close, and he set a hand on Maren-chan's shoulder.]

My condolences. She must have been someone very special to have raised you so well.

[And since it seemed like Maren-chan didn't want to discuss it, he switched topics back to the food.]

So what do you think?

[analyticute]

[ It's a gesture she appreciates, that hand on her shoulder. It doesn't feel as heavy as the hands of her grandmother's friends and acquaintances had back then. It feels... warm despite the gravity of the words or perhaps she doesn't feel so numb in this moment? Maren isn't entirely sure. It isn't as though there's a compass and map to help a person navigate loss and grief or instructions she could copy onto her hand and glance at every now and then. It hurts and it's hard. With her rather than behind her.

Maren takes another sip from the cup, redirecting her attention. Hmm. ]

Chopped onion. [ Sip. ] A pinch of salt. [ Sip. ] Half a dash of... garlic. [ Yes, she's certain. ]

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[It must have been new and raw, but then again, was there a time line for grief that most people followed? Sukuna could recall some comrades he had lost along the way like it was yesterday, while others he was ashamed to say he couldn't recall their faces. Mortals had it worst, perhaps, since they could never live to see their loved ones as they had once been.]

Oooh! We missed that much?

[Dutifully, Sukuna started with the salt since it was the quickest, before quickly grabbing an onion.]

Can you take care of the garlic?

[analyticute]

I can.

[ She perks a little in placing the cup down on the counter and moving to acquire the garlic. It won't take her more than a minute to work out just how much they need, and without any use for measuring cups and the like. ]

Is this your personal recipe, Sukuna-san?

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Yup! Back in my day we didn't have fancy cookbooks or the ability to look up anything we wanted on the internet.

[He winked at her, chopping up the onion before sliding it into the pot.]

And cooking is like making medicine. It's about measurements, stirring, and trial and error.

[analyticute]

[ Back in his day?! Maren blinks once, twice, then lifts both her hands to cover her mouth in a bid to keep from giggling. That made him sound very, very old, but he doesn't look like he's much older than her. Maybe his twenties? Not thirty, most definitely not is her thought as she deposits the garlic into the pot. ]

I suppose it is. You're a doctor, Sukuna-san?

[ That might be a little more believable than Sukuna being a super ancient grandpa. ]

[repatch]

More of a pharmacist. I'm better at prescribing medicines than diagnosing.

[But back in his time, such distinctions hadn't been around. He hummed as he stirred the curry, ladeling more of it into Maren-chan's tasting bowl.]

Other than cooking, what do you like to do Maren-chan?

[analyticute]

[ She holds it close politely with both hands. ]

Well, I'm not very interesting, but I do like to play shogi.

[ Hello, Hikona-san. You really did hire a real life sixteen year old grandma, who's already lifting the cup to her lips. Give her a second. Give her a second. ]

Ah, it's delicious! [ Look at her face. ]

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Eh, what's wrong with liking shogi? Are you very good at it?

[From one grandpa to a grandma, Sukuna couldn't find any fault with this sort of lifestyle and her hobbies.

He beamed at the sight of Maren-chan looking so pleased with their food, laughing.]

I'm glad it has your approval! Do you mind calling people in while I set the table?

[It was nice to have everyone sit down and eat, though Sukuna wouldn't fault people for taking a bowl and leaving.]

[analyticute]

I've been told I am.

[ Often enough that she believes she's decent maybe. Maybe. ]

I-I don't mind.

[ And she'll place the tasting bowl into the wink before smoothing her clothes down and moving to call everyone in. It, uh. Takes a minute as soft as her voice is and Sukuna may very well recognize Setsura commanding quiet so that she can be heard. ]

Er, dinner is ready!

[ Here's hoping Sukuna's ready because the wolves are coming and in such force that Maren has to dip to one side of the door... ]

[repatch]

[Luckily, Sukuna was used to feeding all manner of beasts, the ones he employed included, so he was already doling out portions on the table before the first person even heard Maren's voice, much less reacted to it.

Dinner was a noisy affair, which Sukuna enjoyed beyond measure. He liked the liveliness and noise of mortals, but once the rush was over, Sukuna started collecting up the dirty dishes. He chanced a glance over at Maren-chan, a bit concerned.]

Did you get enough to eat, Maren-chan?

[analyticute]

[ Noisy isn't so much Maren's calling. She'd sat small and unobtrusive at a corner of the table and kept mostly to herself throughout the meal, but she hadn't picked at her plate. She'd eaten well if quietly with something like a small smile on her face, taking her time to properly taste and enjoy the food. She's still working on the last little bit when Sukuna addresses her and she brightens immediately. ]

I did! I'm almost stuffed! It's so good! [ Is she sparkling a little? Maybe. ]

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[He had to laugh at how happy she seemed from the dinner, and even if she had been quiet during the meal itself, she hadn’t left or uttered any complaints. He couldn’t say that about the rest of the savages that had joined them.]

It’s all thanks to you. Did you want to take the rest home? You’ve more than earned it.

[analyticute]

R-really? I couldn't! It's just me, you know.

[ She waves both hands almost a little frantically in attempting to be polite about it not because she doesn't want the leftovers. The food is delicious, but it's a lot for one person and she's also already prepared her meals for the week. ]

There's so much! I don't think I could eat it all!

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Ah, Maren-chan isn't that nerve wracking in a big city?

[If anything, hearing that made Sukuna all the more concerned for her. Especially since it seemed like she attracted demons like moths to a flame. Though sometimes Sukuna had to wonder if her meeting Kazue-chan was fortuitous, at least she was alive due to running into her.]

Take whatever you would like, regardless!

[analyticute]

[ She hadn't meant to say that. Really, she doesn't want to worry anyone. It isn't like she hasn't been managing, like she doesn't know how to look after herself, she realizes. She doesn't know how to do much well, but when it comes to basic living, she doesn't think she has the sort of trouble with it some other people might. She wonders, but her wondering is put aside in light of Sukuna's generosity. It's... really touching. ]

Thank you, Sukuna-san. Maybe a plate. [ Maybe. ]

[repatch]

Well, if you want it, it’s yours.

[It was said cheerfully and lightly, since it seemed like Maren-chan might be uncomfortable with the offer being pressed. As well as talking about her living arrangements. He clapped a hand on her shoulder.]

Thank you for your hard work today Maren-chan. I'll see you tomorrow.