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" volunteered as tribute"

         "Heather, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can see you as more than a friend. You're really awesome and I hope you find somebody that'll love you for you. It's not you, I promise, but our interests really don't align and I don't wanna hold you back from you full potential. This voicemail is getting a little long so I'll end it here. Good night and yet again, I am sorry." Heather played the voicemail again, making sure she didn't mishear or miss anything.

Satisfed with the fact that she did, indeed, hear everything correctly, she turns and deletes the message. After all, it wouldn't be the best idea to keep that constant reminder that she had, yet again, flopped at getting a significant other. 

Without a word, Heather pokes her head into Minx's room. As usual, her roommate was streaming. When she listened a little bit closer, she could hear Schlatt making his usual annoying remarks.

Smiling, she pushes the door open and heads into the girls room, catching whatever bullshit Schlatt had going on.

"Minx, you would do so much better if you got yourself a better set up. I mean, come on, man. You know you can do -" Schlatt trails off once he caught a glimpse of the redhead giving him a pointed look.

"Ah, hello, Heather." Minx turns with Schlatt's greeting, smiling at the girl. Heather gives her a small smile and waves at Schlatt, of which tilts his hat at her. 

"Hey, I'm thinking about ordering from that new Mexican place. Do you want anything?" Heather leans on the the back of Minx's chair and wraps her arms around the gaming girl. She waves at the camera, saying hi to the chat.

"Uhm, I wanna try some of thier tacos. Two of them, please." Minx responds, patting Heather's arm.

Heather pops a kiss on top of Minx's head - mainly to drive the chat crazy - and walks to the decently sized living room. Ronan was laying on Heather's favorite yellow and brown floral couch playing Call of Duty.

"Ronan, my man. We do be having Mexican tonight. Enchaladias, per usual?" She playfully pushes his legs off the couch so she could plop down and pull out her phone. Ronan chuckles and moves his legs into Heather's lap, making her roll her eyes.

"That would be nice! You ordering in or picking up?" He inquires, pulling the colorful knitted blanket over the both of them. 

"Ordering in. I checked, and they do indeed have delivery." She chuckles. 

"Nice."

"Nice." Heather echoes, dialing the number for the place.

Her call is picked up after the first ring, beginning the rather large order. She added an order of fajitas and extra Mexican rice just in case Nora was at the house. Heather knew for a fact that both Nora and Minx would destroy the rice, as it was one of their favorites. 

After she finished ordering and made a note on her hand for how much she had to pay, she scrolls through her Instagram dms.

Most of the messages are a mix of spam and people asking about comissions. However, throughout all the messages, there was one that caught her eye. Before clicking on that specific one, she goes about answering commision questions.

After all that's done, she takes a look at the thrid newest - and most intriguing - message. 

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