private messages: rog, freedie
rog: fred
rog: fred
rog: FREDDIE FVCKING MERCURY
freedie: whAT
rog: ok so can i tell you something
freedie: ofc darling
rog: you won't judge me?
freedie: nope
rog: ok so i like brian and i wasn't actually drunk, i was just faking it so i could call him darling and see how he reacts and then i messaged him and i told him i wasn't actually drunk and that i just wanted to say something i actually mean without others judging me for it and he is so oblivious and he doesn't understand and aaksjshdhiwksk
freedie: i had an aneurysm reading that.
rog: halp me tho
freedie: hOw cAn i hElp iF mY ArTEriEs bUrST
rog: i DOn't cARe abOuT yOUr bLooD vEssEls, fRed!
freedie: okay fr tho that's a bad situation
rog: nO ShiT, SherLoCk!
freedie: you want me to talk to him?
rog: FrEdDiE nO!
freedie: FREDDIE YES!
rog: no no no no no no no!
freedie: oh, mama mia!
rog: FREDDIE THIS IS NOT THE TIME!
freedie: okay okay sorry!
rog: we need a plan
freedie: okay but what kind of plan
rog: welp
rog: that's exactly the problem
freedie: okay so how about you drop subtle hints and pickup lines and all that jazz?
rog: okay we can try
rog: but there's a problem
freedie: what?
rog: brian is kinda dumb at noticing obvious things
freedie: yikes.
rog: whatever i'm gonna do it anyway
freedie: good luck darling!
