"Is that the final poster?" - K
"How should I know? Hi" - R
"Oh hi" - K
"It's taken forever..." - R
"I can only imagine! It looks good" - K
"I look like shit" - R
"Shut up! No you don't." - K
(...)
"And it's never like it's us in the end" - K
"Looks like a drawing right?" - R
"Yeah, so much photoshoop... Fans will dig" - K
"HAHAHAHA" - R
"Wtf" - K
"Photoshoop" - R
"Hahahaha" - R
"Thanks. I needed that" - R
"Always a pleasure" - K
"Oh so now I can comment on the most bizarre thing of all?" - K
"That I look like a fucking Scarecrow?" - R
"Nooo... the boobs" - K
"Oh that. Of course you're looking at Zoe" - R
"Not my fault, they made them look like targets" - K
"Can't blame you... but it's the photoshoop" - R
"Don't mind me if I did" - K
"Jesus fucking Christ." - R
"HAHAHAH" - K
"Oh shut up" - K
"Anyway, I'm excited to watch your Kurt Cobain impression" - K
"Me too." - R
"Lol" - K
"You delivered it and you know it. Cut it." - K
"Sure sure. Not like your bloody perfect British accent or anything." — R
"Shut up" - K
"It's really good, seriously. You're a beast." - R
"The best of our generation" - R
"That's it, time to go" — K
"Have a good life Rob" — K
"Heyyy, I'm being serious" — R
"Ok, I see, as soon as the tables turn you leave" — R
"Oh! How about you two wear matching dresses to the Oscars?" — R
"BYE" — K
"Lol" - R
"Bye, Kris" — R
YOU ARE READING
Late night texts
RomanceShort story on even shorter messages R&K send to each other from time to time.
