backdated to the first morning of the event

[badtaste]

Katie, babe? You have any idea why I woke up in a ballpit instead of a bed?

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[hawkingbird]

Can we not talk about the Egg Incident again? Seriously, you both need to move on, because neither of you are leaving my life any time soon.

And... yeah. It's not. It's um. In between. It's Rose. I should text her. Shit. I haven't aged up in so long, I forgot what the etiquette is.

[badtaste]

Ah. Rose. No wonder I woke up in a ballpit, we're still in high school. I must've been assigned there like three times alone freshman year. Sure, text your ex. Have a nice chat.

My official position on the Egg Incident is that I will move on when she stops giving me dirty looks every time I kiss you. I think she's a heterophobe. But okay. No more egg talk.

[hawkingbird]

Don't be like that!

And, uh. You're probably right on that last one...

[badtaste]

I was kidding about the heterophobe thing.

Don't be like what?

[badtaste]

Wait, one more egg talk. I would have made you some bombass French toast this morning.

Now I will never mention eggs again.

[hawkingbird]

Okay, well now I'm just hungry and lonely.

[badtaste]

I could fix that.