nom-deguerre

[nom-deguerre]

Not hard to. You got kicked out? How the hell did you manage that? Pretty sure reform school would be a hell of a lot better than fucking McKinley. I don't remember. I must've gotten drunk one day and made an account for shits, but here I am. Why the hell are you on here then?

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

Not particularly, no.

I never would have guessed. I see. Well, good luck with that, Hummel. If you think I didn't look for good coffee the moment my plane landed here, then you should rethink that. The baristas here complete idiots.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

Text ✉ Huntbastian

Hunter: Because then he'd be taken with me /and/ be motivated to do something about it.

Hunter: Please. My blood pressure is completely normal. I think you mean atherosclerosis. And now I know what you'll be getting for Christmas this year.

Bastian: So? Never batted off unwanted attention before? Anyway, the idiot is well-aware of your orientation.

Bastian: It won't be if you continue eating that disgusting excuse for a cheese product. Which will lead to heart failure. Not unless you want it sprayed all over your face.

[nom-deguerre]

Text Message ✉ Sebally

Ally: Un-fucking-fortunately. Can't fucking wait ....

Ally: Have I told you you're the fucking best. And guess we're going shopping tonight babes.

Bastian: We can get drunk before hand. Or during. Do they care?

Bastian: Yes, but feel free to say it again. Only for you.

[nom-deguerre]

Text Message ✉ Sebally

Ally: Oh yeah ... just my fucking favourite.

Ally: Are you telling me that we are getting out of this shit hole? Fuck yes. Woah is this party like fancy shit, do I need to break into the parent funds and buy myself a hot little thing to wear?

Bastian: Absolutely. Are we still having brunch with your parents?

Bastian: Yes, we are. Merry fucking Christmas, doll. Well, if it's an excuse to break into your parents funds, I'd say go for it. But yes, you will need to find a hot little thing to wear.

[nom-deguerre]

Text Message ✉ Sebally

Ally: So. Christmas soon. But more importantly, what the hell are we doing for New Years Eve? Where are we partying?

Bastian: Joyous holiday. Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. We're going to New York. Firm's throwing a holiday gala for in celebration for the new branch, so we're leaving the 29th.

[nom-deguerre]

I'm aware. Of course I've heard. I thought you were talking about something else. Fabian's still missing, and Dalton's still flipping their shit over his sister's death.

Long fucking week is finally over.

There are places which are worse. Haven’t you heard about the news on the Rina girl? And her brother… he’s from Dalton and he’s still missing.

[nom-deguerre]

Text ✉ Huntbastian

Hunter: I think you know the answer to that.

Hunter: Oh, but it IS spreadable. And sprayable. Straight. Into. Your. Mouth.

Bastian: I don't know why it would be weird if he was gay.

Bastian: You've truly passed the line of disgusting now. And possibly congestive heart failure.

[nom-deguerre]

I have my reasons.

...How utterly creative of him. You're going to commute over here every day? You do realize classes start at 7:45, right? I mean, hell, I commute most days, but it's only a 20-minute drive. A few places, but none coffee-related.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

I swear, that's the only thing anyone ever says. Yes, I did named him Aimant.

Doubtful, but suit yourself. You call them New Directions? Who's bright idea was that?

Why would I be kidding? There's a reason why I drive to the Lima Bean. There's passable coffee in Uptown that I could probably stomach if I don't feel like making the drive, and a few Starbucks splattered about, but I wouldn't touch that shit unless I was desperate.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

His name is Aimant. Ames for short. He's a bichon frise.

A loss for your sanity, I mean. Why? What's wrong with... whatever the McKinley calls their show choir? Sort of. I mean, it's a suburb off of the actual capital which isn't too far of a drive away, so most of us, the sane ones anyway, head out that way when classes let out. But there's Uptown, the community center, and other random places around here. Coffee's horrendous though.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

Oh, did you want me to knock down other aspects of this country? I completely can.

You guys have aerosol cheese, and some weird concoction called jello, and eat hot dogs on a corn-fried stick. That is not food. Yes, it is. Gorgeous.

I wasn't sure

Of all of the things…you choose to knock the cuisine here. It is a universal connection though I guess.

I’d call it food, but I guess some of it is pretty weird. It could be a culture thing too. Ah, that’s really cool. It seems pretty beautiful over there. 

[nom-deguerre]

Yes, I do.

Definitely a loss. Yeah...? I guess. It's the school's show choir. It's not like they do anything awful. They bring home trophies, and I swear most of these people are closet show tunists anyway, so there's no reason to not like them. I prefer to focus on the lacrosse championships obviously, but to each their own. ..Why would anyone bother them? Yes, the library, or the lounge, or just off-campus.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

I stared up at the sun, Thought of all of the people, places and things I've loved. I stared up just to see With all of the faces, you were the one next to me.

You can feel the light start to tremble, Washing what you know out to sea. You can see your life out of the window tonight.

If I lose myself tonight, It'll be by your side.

[nom-deguerre]

Right... And am I suppose to know who you are exactly?

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

She's generally content enough to commandeer my room and my dog.

Your loss. I'm quite sure you can say that about half the population here. It's not like there's anything going for most of these idiots anyway. Depends on the person. Frankly all the corridor show tune harmonizations get a little nauseating, but at least I know all the hiding spots where their voices don't echo through the damn walls.

Long fucking week is finally over.

[nom-deguerre]

It's pretty bad. ..What's happened now?

Long fucking week is finally over.

Minimal idiots? Ohio isn’t that bad, even though it doesn’t seem very safe nowadays, especially Lima.