{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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[ text ; sms —- Lyds ] My mental status is just fine. [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] I was totally talking about the public education system. [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] Really don’t need you to play shrink thanks.
[ text ; sms —- stiles ] It’s not like I’m an expert on this or anything, [ text ; sms —- stiles ] But– how about we stop acting like I’m stupid. [ text ; sms —- stiles ] And discuss your problems like semi-rational adults.
[ text ; sms —- ??? ] I don’t know how much longer I can do this… [ text ; sms —- ??? ] Every day just ends up sucking more than the one before.
[ text ; sms —- stiles ] You do mean the public education system, right? [ text ; sms —- stiles ] They just keep dumbing everything down. I’m worried about the future.
{ oh lydia, aren’t you the master of avoiding the obvious? }
( text: lydia martin ) Lydia, you know full well I am busy working. ( text: lydia martin ) but, i’m sure the sheriff will let me clock off early.
{ text ; deputy do me } Busy can have two different meanings. Busy with me or busy with paperwork. I know which one I prefer. Do you? { text ; deputy do me } Oh good. I thought I was going to have to do everything all by myself.
{ text ; deputy do me } See, don’t tell me that you’re busy working when I’m naked and home alone . { text ; deputy do me } It makes me less inclined to repeat my offer again.
( text sent to: martin, l. ) Hmmm, how about 50? Oh, no, the infinite amount sounds better. You can have as many kisses as you want, Lydia. & hey, my kisses are not good, they’re great.
{ text sent to; deputy do-me } All of them, of course. That is the amount I want. Great? I will be the judge of that, soldier!
( text sent to; martin. l. ) I’m pretty sure we would too. Oh, really? How many kisses? I’m sure I can comply to this method of payment.
{ text sent to; deputy do-me } I want really good kisses too. So how about eight? A nice even number. Or should it be twelve? Or an infinite amount of kisses?
( text sent to; martin, l. ) Hm, perhaps we would’ve. Nah, don’t worry about it. You could always just bring yourself? I’ll be fine, though. I’ve gone longer periods without food.
{ text sent to; deputy do-me } I think that you can last a little longer without me. But what if I get Stiles to drop off something for you and the Sheriff?
( text sent to; martin, l. ) I guess I did, but if I’d have stayed there, we’d have never met. I like spaghetti, but honestly I’d probably eat anything you made. I haven’t eaten all day.
{ text sent to; deputy do-me } We probably would have. Fate has a way of doing funny things to bring people together. – Do you want me to bring you something real quick? It’s going to be a while until seven and you probably shouldn’t be hungry while on the job. It clouds judgement.