Dylan is back in business

[ninetyoneone]

Let's go, friends!

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KAITLYN! @surroundedbyfreaks

[ninetyoneone]

hey girl uh sorry about another disappearance but

I'll explain everything but can you pick me up

I kinda. Walked here? To camp. You can bring my motorbike. Not gonna make you walk, girl.

[surroundedbyfreaks]

Again???
I’m losing track of all of you at this point.

Yeah, of course, I can.
Why did you go out there tho???

Also: remind me later to tell you about the hinge match I got the other day???

[ninetyoneone]

I don't remember???

But I'm here. So!

Girl you better TELL ME

[surroundedbyfreaks]

Do none of you ever get concerned about the number of times one or the other of the group sleepwalks or has weird visions or prophetic dreams or whatever??
Bc I do.
I am.
I’m holding a specific level of concern okay.

I will. But I think it’s better in person conversation tbh.

[ninetyoneone]

No b/c we knew this was probably coming???

It's OK! I'll tell you in person too

[surroundedbyfreaks]

Did we?
Because I think I recall not so long ago having a whole meltdown at you about how I never know anything going on in my own goddamn life anymore.

You better.

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And that's all he'll get. She's too busy making her way to him to bother trying to text him back any further than that. Once she gets close enough that it makes sense to try, Kaitlyn texts him to let him know she's close and about how far out she is. Just a little heads-up.

Not long after that, she's swinging in through the door of the radio tower, full of a nearly electric energy. "Hey, husband," she says, stopping with her hands curled around his shoulders, dropping down to rest her chin on his right shoulder. Her voice is low and quiet, a soft rumble right next to his ear. "You know, I might have to think about a divorce in this lavander marriage if you keep running away from me." she grins and kisses his temple, dropping her hands away from his shoulder, her left one coming up to ruffle in his hair before taking a chair next to his.

One leg swings loosely from one side of the chair, the other is tucked up underneat her in a sort of half-crisscross-applesauce position. "So... first of all... look at her...!" honestly, Kaitlyn's still a little shellshocked. Blonde bombshell, indeed.