Waking up at 3am, Morris checked his phone to see a text from an unknown number.
¤ fucking conformist
▪︎is that like a term of endearment?
Morris slowly clicked out. He needed to get used to this texting shit on this janky ass flip phone.
Immediate response.
¤ no.
¤ i mean it in the most horrendously offensive way.
a minute passes.
▪︎thank you micheal but you make it seem that youre sayin it sarcastically.
¤ why would i conform to your own social rules
¤ that would make me a conformist
▪︎i rlly do like ur earrin tho
▪︎y r u up at 3am??
Leet speak is so much easier.
¤ stop texting me
Morris nodded at his screen, shutting his phone and plugging it in for the night. He passed back out again.
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A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]
FanfictionSouth Park OC Morris Park has very clear Haphephobia but that's canonically undiagnosed. Rumors are spread, Punches are thrown, A relationship develops. All within these short chapters. I wrote this late at night when my eyes were violently shaking...
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