bloodycrumpets:

[Text]: Good evening. I hope this finds you well. This might sound somewhat strange, but I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently…. would you like to go for a drink?

[text]  Good evening.

[text] although I have a few doubts about you actually thinking of me/

[text] A drink can be arranged, sure.

bloodycrumpets‌:

It’s worse, you know. [If his gestures get much more incensed he might take their eye out.] ‘Cos it’s just this one frog-shaped chocolate – the chocolate by the same company doesn’t cost as much. It’s just this one thing. 

  [the reveal of it just being the frog-shaped chocolate causes Saima to sigh a bit.] Goodness, now that’s just really specifically annoying. One thing they choose to charge more for less with. It’s not even consistent. 

bloodycrumpets:

No no, you see they went up to 30 pence a unit, right? Last year? And that’s double what it should be by inflation. It’s two pence for every gram of chocolate. They even decreased it by, like, a quarter of its size. 

 …Right. [ a pause, few more beats to get the point.] Oh damn. That’s ridiculous. Sorry for the loss of chocolate. Just goes to show how these places are all too eager to cut corners to get more out of you.

bloodycrumpets:

It’s July….

….And I’ve already missed the only birthday I care about this month.

[He’s got a lot of flour and syrup and is willing to make it up, though.]

Ah. 

Time seems to just fly by doesn’t it. Seems like you’ve still got material to make something though.

bloodycrumpets:

[…] Well, that’s lovely, I’m happy for you.

I suppose I don’t mind infinity as a detached concept… it’s more depressing in it’s transience, you know? 

Thanks, I guess.

I feel like I get what you mean. It definitely more saddening in a sense of transience. There’s something melancholic about it. 

For some it’s an underlying sadness, others – it’s a lot more obvious. Seems like you might be in the latter camp.

bloodycrumpets:

Do you ever get depressed thinking about infinity?

Not really. I find it to be pretty fascinating.

Although at the same time, it can be exhausting as well. But the thought of infinity doesn’t inherently depress me, no.

bloodycrumpets:

It’s. Fucking. Snowed. Again.

  It’s annoying. Snow has a particular way of sticking around way after it’s welcome. [tsk]

bloodycrumpets:

Maybe. I don’t know that that’s any better though… for stress, that is.

[Could they have suggested a worse option? Emergency! Anything could be happening!]

Hmm. I mean right now, I suppose I’ll have to think about it from every possible angle. Which makes matters potentially embarrassing for me. If I open from the wrong angle I’m going to look like a moron.

  Sorry, that is probably not a great suggestion. I think the point is basically not to read too much into the silence for now. It might not last too long.

Right. That’s the risk that you take. But if you get on with this person well enough, maybe that can be recovered from just fine.