Page 28 of Luxuries of Lust


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*annoyed emoji* And how bone-able am I?

Ew

Asshole!

He could practically hear Gem’s shriek of outrage as he sent numerous laughing emojis back.

I’m super bone-able, you know? I may not FEEL bone-able right now, but give me 24-48 hours and I’ll get there.

Still gross.

Gem replied with another selfie of him flipping the camera five middle fingers, and Rusty immediately made it Gem’s contact image. He screenshotted the update and sent it.

I love that so much! You need to send me a pic now, so I can give your contact an image.

No

Why are you always so contrary?

I’m not contrary.

Is this another attempt at being a comedian? It’s not cute.

Your face isn’t cute.

Words hurt, you know? Even untruthful ones. Don’t you know you should be kind to the infirm?

I don’t think untruthful is a word.

Eat my giant, sentientass!

Instead of responding with words, Rusty snapped a quick selfie of himself pushing his glasses up with his middle finger as he glared at the camera. Before he could second-guess himself, he sent it.

It took Gem almost a full minute to reply. Text bubbles appeared, then disappeared. Then appeared again.

YOU WEAR GLASSES???????

Warmth prickled along Rusty’s scalp as he typed back.

Yes. I thought you knew that.

NO! I DID NOT!

Why are you yelling at me?

Because I am shooketh! You have shaketh’d me.

Again, not real words.

That is so clearly not important right now! Why don’t you wear glasses at work?

I dunno. They look stupid. I don’t like wearing them out in public.

The health of your eyes is more important than your pride. Either wear your glasses or get contacts.

NO contacts!

Oh, right. Your weird eye-thing. That’s okay. We can practice putting your contacts in together.