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[ you know who caroline misses? tyler. enzo hadn't been able to give her a straight answer as to whether or not he was alive — caroline, truthfully, didn't particularly want to know if he wasn't. she's taken to treating her closet as a bar, ordering drinks as she knocks plenty back, until her eyes are blurred and her fingers are moving too fast along her communicator. it's a pity tyler isn't here — she ends up texting the entire network, rather than the individual inboxes she'd flooded back when everyone was singing about happy days. ]

[ cue: caroline drinking herself into denial, attempting to ask the closet for tyler's things in the middle of the night. instead of getting his football jacket, or even a picture of the two of them, all she's getting is images with his face blanked out and jackets of every colour but red. all her texts have failed to send, not that caroline's been particularly bothered to see the failed icon by her messages. so, at the lack of silence on the other end, she decides to send a threat that has worked in the past. ]

ANSWER ME or u'll never get "tooo-rougdh" sex again!!!! and ur all-acces pass to my vagnia is supsen ded indefnitely

[ and then she wonders why tyler's not responding. ]

ehllo????? TYLER

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[...Uhm. Just. Staring at the text. Does he even know the person this is from???]

I think you have the wrong number...

[ no. this is why it makes it ten times better for him. caroline should be freaking out, but, instead, she's looking at her phone with narrowed eyes as she goes uh huh. it doesn't click with her that she just propositioned a stranger. ]

Waaait Your not Tyler. Who"s this ???

No, I'm not. That probably should have been clear when I mentioned the wrong number thing.

[Not trying to be rude, just pointing out facts. ...But then, it probably should be obvious to him that whoever this is is pretty damn drunk.]

This is Wash. Who's this?

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