Brendick: IM TOO HOT
Brendick: ...
Brendick: ..
Brendick: come on
Ryro: *sigh*
Ryro: hot damn
Brendick: CALL A POLICE AND A FIREMAN
Brendick: IM TOO HOT (you better fucking say it)
Ryro: hot damn
Brendick: MAKE A DRAGON WANNA RETIRE MAN
Brendick: IM TOO HOT
Ryro: please stop
Brendick: ugh
Brendick: you're no fun
Ryro: thanks
Brendick: are you ok
Brendick: even your texts sound depressing
Ryro: yeah I'm fine
Brendick: alright what the fuck is up
Brendick: everyone knows that fine is below fucking awful
Ryro: I mean
Ryro: usually yeah
Ryro: but no I'm actually fine
Ryro: not sad or happy
Ryro: just fine
Brendick: yeah ok that's a load of bullshit
Brendick: Ry just tell me what's up
Ryro: nothings up
Brendick: Ryyyaaaannn
Brendick: I wanna help you
Ryro: there's nothing to help me with
Ryro: nothings wrong Bren
Brendick: Ryyyy
Brendick: talk to me
Ryro: there's nothing to talk about
Brendick: oh my god
Brendick: Z?
Zeee: I don't know what's up either
Brendick: George Ryan Ross the third
Zeee: pulling out the full name card
Brendick: tell your goddamn boyfriend what is wrong
Ryro: damn y'all are persistent
Brendick: yeah cause I wanna know why you're sad
Ryro: its really nothing big
Ryro: just feeling extra depressed today
Brendick: aw baby
Brendick: I'm coming over and I'm bringing ice cream and cookies and cuddles
Ryro: the cookies better already be made cause I ain't having you burn my kitchen again
Brendick: they are
Brendick: they're those weird ass cookies that are disgusting but also delicious at the same time
Ryro: ?
Ryro: oh
Ryro: these
Ryro:
Brendick: I love how you knew just from that description
Ryro: I mean what else could you have been talking about
Brendick: you know I really don't know
Ryro: exactly
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A perfect example of me being an uncultured percussionistMe, to my friend who plays flute: What would happen if I block this hole on the end
Friend: let's find out *plays, sound still comes out*
Me, amazed: how the fuck is the sound coming out? Doesn't it like need the air to come out to make sound and I'm blocking the air
Friend: Erin, honey, the sound comes out of each individual hole. That's why when you press one down it makes a different sound
Me: what the fuck, that's too confusingWhy the fuck would I want to make up a pop quiz I'm doing good in that class no thanks
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