Quinnie:
that's alot

chAceOfSpades:
y e a h

Quinnie:
so you'll never know how i look like

chAceOfSpades:
cameras exist for a reason yk

Quinnie:
to take pictures of my cat obvs

chAceOfSpades:
you have a cat????

Quinnie:
yeah

chAceOfSpades:
uhhh may i see

Quinnie:
sure

Quinnie:

his name is newt

chAceOfSpades:
please pat newt for me ok i'd die for him

Quinnie:
kk

chAceOfSpades:
okay so my parents are calling me so see ya

Quinnie:
sure bb

Chase threw his smartphone into his bag and stood up to head downstairs. He was hungry anyways, and that his parents wanted something from him was just an annoying side quest to reach his final goal of a full stomach.

They just wanted his opinion on some film they wanted to watch, tho he was very sure he wouldn't pay a lot of attention- as long as it wasn't some cheesy romance film with zero plot  he was fine with it. No hardcore horror since his little sister wasn't old enough for it yet- and she was afraid of it-, so he couldn't care less and started looking through the fridge, he was pretty sure he had some noodles left he didn't eat earlier.

His mind was still in the DMs of this man he randomly started flirting with a bit ago- well, more random since his friends chose a profile he had to flirt with, and they all were sure it was a girl. Quinnie was just such a feminine name to them that they hadn't have a second thought about that it could be a nickname for something.

And oh boy, it definitely was something to write with him. Not about the snarky comments- his friends had enough of them to annoy him for the rest of his life- but just the way Quinn talked to him was something he never had before. He mostly wrote with people he knew- friends, family, the uber driver, something like that. Quinn knew nothing about him except his nickname, his age, the state he lived in and that he liked men and women. Nothing about his family, absolutely nothing he would judge him about- well, maybe about the fact that his nickname was kinda stupid (which he already did) or his bisexuality if he was an asshole. Tho he sounded pretty questioning himself.

He wasn't complaining.

He never really told anybody about it. Not that he was afraid or anything, there just never was an opportunity to do so.
Then there was his sister. She didn't hate the community, no- she was one of those girls that constantly fetishized gay men, in a way that was just cringe to even watch. And if he ever told her  he was sure she'd try to get into his phone to download some weird gay dating websites so he'd get a boyfriend and she'd have something to scream about- gross. He didn't want to do that to anybody.

"Your food seems pretty hot tho, i think you should take it out before it burns." Talking about her, his sister stepped into the kitchen. Tapping on her smartphone- and he surely didn't want to know what- and getting chocolate. He chuckled quietly and took his noodles, trying to sneak upstairs again. Maybe he could call his friends or something, or he could go on annoying the hell out of his new friend to see if he'd really block him. Speaking of it...

chAceOfSpades:
are we friends now???

Quinnie:
idk??? think so???

Quinnie:
you know my name and all i mean i guess??? if you'd be a bit nicer

chAceOfSpades:
thanks my bestest friend

Quinnie:
i will block you

chAceOfSpades:
sure

"Taran, Mara, are you two coming? The film is starting!"
Oh right, the film. Fuck.
"On my way.", he yelled back unenthusiastic and made his way downstairs again, crossing the path of his giggling sister. Geez what was that demon girl up to again?

Quinnie:
very sure

chAceOfSpades:
i get forced to watch a film with my fam :(

Quinnie:
do you hear that? that's the sound of karma

chAceOfSpades:
m e a n

Quinnie:
if that's the price i have to pay, gladly

chAceOfSpades:
a small price to pay for salavsgjagsnfjehsn

Quinnie:
????

"Who are you writing wiiiith?~"
"Give me back my smartphone you little dipshit?!"
His sister decided that it was a good moment to fulfil her desire to straight up rob him his smartphone, resulting in a keysmash.
"Is that your boyfriend? Can I talk to him please?~"
"I don't have a fucking boyfriend and give it back!"
Pouting, she let go of it and threw herself on the other end of the couch. Finally, he thought, some fucking peace.

chAceOfSpades:
sorry my sister wanted to steal my phone

Quinnie:
wtf

chAceOfSpades:
and she has nails like a fucking cat

Quinnie:
you clearly don't have a cat

chAceOfSpades:
and you don't have a sister

Quinnie:
yeah

chAceOfSpades:
see?

Quinnie:
and now get off your phone and spend some time with your family

chAceOfSpades:
you can't make me

chAceOfSpades:
quinn???

chAceOfSpades:
OMFG COME BACK THIS FILM IS SO BORING

chAceOfSpades:
QUINN PLEASE

chAceOfSpades:
f i n e