chAceOfSpades:
oh my fuckingggg g o d

Quinnie:
yeah?

chAceOfSpades:
i got a hangover

chAceOfSpades:
ohhhHHHHHHhhh

Quinnie:
as much as you hate yourself, please spare me

chAceOfSpades:
:(((

Quinnie:
didn't you say you weren't that drunk

chAceOfSpades:
i have learned that i talk alot of bs when i'm drunk

Quinnie:
lowkey yeah, also sorry again that i hung up on you

chAceOfSpades:
nah np ok

Quinnie:
yeah okay thx

Quinnie:
is it really tho

chAceOfSpades:
yeaht it really is

Quinnie:
good

chAceOfSpades:
also uhhhh

Quinnie:
???

chAceOfSpades:
i lowkey wanna get a pet but like i live in nyc any advice

Quinnie:
uhhhh idk???

chAceOfSpades:
like newt is baby and i want one

Quinnie:
idk abt cats we have alot of space

chAceOfSpades:
but like i read fish are cool???? and fish are pretty af very aesthetic very cool very sweet

Quinnie:
then get fish? what kind do u want

chAceOfSpades:
that is

chAceOfSpades:
an excellent question

Quinnie:
ok wow so uhhhh idk

chAceOfSpades:
help me :((((

Quinnie:
ask someone who knows more abt fishes??? like dude all i know is that they have gills and maybe a bit more

chAceOfSpades:
meh :(((

Quinnie:
don't you dare to :((( me just because i am not a walking nature expert

chAceOfSpades:
man i just really want a pet ok i'm upset :(((

Quinnie:
why are u upset at me?

chAceOfSpades:
i'm not upset @ u i would NEVER

chAceOfSpades:
i'm just upset bc i really want like a cat or smth but i live in nyc and there are only ever streets everywhere amd i don't want them to get hurt on accident

Quinnie:
oh fuck

Quinnie:
i mean Newt is mostly an indoor cat and he's fine, so i dunno?

chAceOfSpades:
hm yeah i'll see

Quinnie:
otherwise ask someone who knows more abt fishes if you get one

chAceOfSpades:
sir yes sir

Quinnie:
dumbass

chAceOfSpades:
you love me <333

Quinnie:
i don't

chAceOfSpades:
:((((

chAceOfSpades:
aNYWAYS when i move out i want an apartment with SPACE n shit and i want CATS because i am a CHAOS BISEXUAL

Quinnie:
i have Newt for now and maybe i want another cat

chAceOfSpades:
dream bigger you raging homo

chAceOfSpades:
get more cats

Quinnie:
two cats

chAceOfSpades:
that's the spirit

Quinnie:
:)))

chAceOfSpades:
also you didn't deny being a raging homo did you finally join us

Quinnie:
joining who

chAceOfSpades:
the girls gays and theys

Quinnie:
i dunno, my brain likes going '???' when i think about it

chAceOfSpades:
aight sir

chAceOfSpades:
if you need help i'm here k

Quinnie:
kay thanks

chAceOfSpades:
np gotta make sure my lil quinnie is all comfy

Quinnie:
i am not small

chAceOfSpades:
everything smaller than me is factually a little baby and i have to protect it

Quinnie:
oh yeah i'm 1.80

chAceOfSpades:
i'm 1.83 you are factually a baby to me now

Quinnie:
oh fucking hell my hair is fluffy, with my hair i'm taller

chAceOfSpades:
first off language, there are babies around

Quinnie:
you fucking pedophile

chAceOfSpades:
NOT THIS AGAIN QUENTIN I AM BEGGING

Quinnie:
you hit on me and you called me a baby, that makes you a pedophile if you want to be right

chAceOfSpades:
:(((

Quinnie:
creep

chAceOfSpades:
geez fine ok you're not a lil baby :((((

Quinnie:
good

chAceOfSpades:
can i be your baby then

Quinnie:
i can't tell if you're shamelessly hitting on me again or

chAceOfSpades:
I-

Quinnie:
yes?

chAceOfSpades:
i'm not-

Or that was at least what Chase was telling himself.

His friends were always giving him suspicios looks when he talked about Quinn. He caught himself going through old chats of them, just to relive the memories he has while writing and the joy he had. He made sure to secure the rare pictures Quinn sent him, no matter if it was Newt making himself comfortable on the couch, or the view from his window he sent him on accident, or the panorama shots he did when he was bored. He could look at them for longer than he would like to admit.

This man surely has made himself comfortable in Taran's life over the past few months. It had happend quietly, and he couldn't tell when Quinn started being so important to him. Tjis stupid man with his stupid cats and his stupid sass and his dumb habit to comfort and care about him from well over 2,000 miles away.

Chase laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the never ending sound of the New Yorker traffic. But his mind was across the land thinking about a certain friend of him once again.

Quinn, he thought. Quinn.

He finally understood why his friends always mocked him with him having a crush on Quinn. Because they damn sure were right as hell.