𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

[saltburntmods]

MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

Comments

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

Yes again.

[deadnerve]

its a dangerous combo

[mygoodsir]

It is.

Did you fuck him?

[deadnerve]

[probably.]

i fucked pretty much everyone at that party
my finest or not-finest hour, depending on who's asking

[mygoodsir]

Great.

[deadnerve]

hey, so did you, remember

he's convincing
but he's also an asshole
i do nt forgive him for the snake

[mygoodsir]

He's MY ex husband!

Yes again.
Did it bite you?

[deadnerve]

what part of that makes it any cooler for you to judge me here??

eugh
i don't wanna talk about the snake

[Secret unlocked: Kieran is scared of snakes!]

[mygoodsir]

The part where he's fucking my friends to spite me?

He doesn't usually bring any that will hurt people.

[deadnerve]

i'm not convinced he knows i'm fucking you / your friend, tbh
he was just kinda weird and predatory
not a kink i mind though
everyone was like that at the orgy


is he dr doolittle or smthn

[mygoodsir]

Let's just not discuss it.

He loves animals. Insects, too.

[deadnerve]

Let's not discuss him at all

Unless you wanna tell me about a redeeming quality
If he has any

[mygoodsir]

Just the obvious physical ones.

[deadnerve]

geez

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

Huge.

[deadnerve]

wanna fuck?

[mygoodsir]

Yeah.

[deadnerve]

your room again or the roof for real?

[mygoodsir]

Yours?

[deadnerve]

[Kieran doesn't invite people to his room. Especially not his sugar daddies. However, it is not because he views it as any sacred space. It's because it's littered with his belongings and looks very much like the bedroom of a teenager. He pauses. Types. Deletes. Types. Deletes.]

ok
but you can't comment on anything here

[mygoodsir]

If you're not comfortable, that's okay. We can find somewhere else.

[deadnerve]

it's fine
but like i said
you can't say shit

[insert suite number or whatnot]

[mygoodsir]

I promise.

Be there in five.

[deadnerve]

[Not enough time to do anything, even with him already being on his feet. It's not that he cares about the mess - but he is aware it's insight past the curated sugarbaby vibe he was putting out there. Aloof, attempted to be without attachment and to keep things easy and light. But here in the room he's taken over, clothes are strewn wildly across the floor, a laptop's fan is whirring louder than an airbus enginge in the corner while little Sims run along in their own reality unmanaged. Several empty cans of diet coke litter the desk and side tables, next to baggies of cocaine, pony bead bracelets, stacks of manga tomes and thick sketchbooks covered in pencil shavings and cigarette ash. He even knocked the fruit rinds from his lunchtime snack behind the bed to deal with later.

The only clear thing is the bed and that's only because he let the maid change the bedding earlier, instructing her to leave everything else precisely as it was. He's in black sweats and a t-shirt (over a long-sleeve,) with two mis-matched socks on when he goes to answer the inevitable door. He opens it only a crack at first, before begrudgingly nodding Harry in.]

... Watch your step.

[mygoodsir]

[Luckily Kieran's sugarbaby vibes were, to Harry's eyes, already pretty bad.

He looks around as he enters, almost immediately regretting his suggestion. Kieran is far too young for him. Al was right, he needs to stop fucking these twinks.

...Al, with his snake. Hmph.]

Yes, I'll try not to break an ankle.