God, okay, I’m clearing out a lot of messages in my inbox, after about a year of, just, letting things pile up, from private roleplays and private conversations-you know how many I’ve deleted thus far?
400.
You wanna know how many I have left?
5,398.
Kill me.
I got shit in my inbox too but I could care less lol
They’d never age, and when they finally, decades late, looked old, they would just look *classy*.
Here they are around 50, still zipping around the spa and socializing with the upper crust of the world….
But at this point they would have hired an assistant.
Only kind of related to my plotline, just take a guess how. (as though it werent painfully obvious, i hadnt even realized *how* obvious until months after i did it, gah.