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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)

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[blooded]

[ hahaha! haha. ha. ]

Getting older. After I was grown enough to hit back, that stopped on its own, mostly. But honestly?

He died.

[ a month or so ago, of natural causes! teo's probably talked about it a lot, he was giuseppe's golden child. ]

[kobes]

that hasn't helped yet.
she's had me since i was twelve. ish.
just turned twelve.

oh. right. yeah.
sorry? not sorry?

[blooded]

Not sorry, he was an asshole—though I'm sure Teo's told you different.

I spent my whole life telling myself that there was nothing I could do and nowhere I could go. I never got to find out if that was actually true.

[ but you have time, koby! ]

[kobes]

he hasn't mentioned him much.
we don't talk a lot about family.

well, you're not dead YET mr. s.
plenty of time to live whatever dreams you've got.
at least you're good at shit.

my list of skills is pretty damn short, and i can't talk about most of them in polite company.

[blooded]

[ would it be very juvenile to be glad that he told koby the truth about who giuseppe was before teo could give his nonno any glowing praise? yes, definitely.

is he glad? yes, definitely. ]

Next time you talk shit about yourself I'm coming to your room and taking your ice cream.

[kobes]

too late, pops 😜

[a photo accompanying it: an empty half pint of ben & jerrys. despite his prickliness, koby isn't about to pass up free sugar.]

it's not talking shit if it's true.
the only money i've ever made was on my back or my knees or i stole it 😒😒😒

[blooded]

[ okay yeah that ruins his threat but also, geez?? ]

Wow, you are hungry. Do you want actual food?
I'm not trying to be your sugar daddy, I have genuine concern



Is that how you want to be making money? [ resisting... catholic urge..... to judge....!!! ] Those are skills in their own ways. And if not, well. That's hardly your fault, is it?

[kobes]

got the munchies, that's all
i can room service a sandwich if I gotta
you don't gotta worry, i'm not starved, just got a crazy metabolism.



it's what i'm good at. [that's not an answer and he knows it.] been doing it a long time.

[blooded]

That's not an answer.

[ and you know it!! ]

[kobes]

[there's a pause so long it seems likely that koby’s just -- stopped responding.

but then:] no.
i don't want to keep doing it.

[blooded]

[ damon doesn't respond for nearly as long as koby—and when he does, it's not via text.

there's a knock at koby's door, soft but not hesitant. ]

[kobes]

[there's a pause, then a long groan from inside before koby drags himself off the unmade bed and over to the door. he's in sweatpants, a t-shirt, looking much more unkempt and casual than he normally is in public. he's halfway through the gelato, mumbling around a spoon when he opens the door:]

What? I'm not finished with your fancy Italian shit yet.

[blooded]

[ damon's never actually met koby in person before, but—yeah, this is about what he expected. his expression is neutral, or it's supposed to be, but some fondness can't be helped—it's in the light upturn of his lips, the softness in his eyes. he's not about to go for a hug, but the traces of the smile in his expression suggest that it's a not yet more than a not ever. ]

You're very brave, Jakob. I wanted to say that to you in person.

[kobes]

[koby leans against the doorway, looking up -- he's shy of 5'7, especially in his socks -- and chewing on the spoon for a moment. he's seen pictures, read up on all of the salvatore's before coming to saltburnt, but it's different in person.]

How'm I brave? For eating two kinds of dairy in one night? [he's deliberately playing dumb, gesturing with the spoon.] Thanks, I guess. Your fault, though.