NightCall & Misery
NightCall NightCall
Misery Misery
NightCall NightCall
Hey Misery, you ever notice how the city turns into a poem when the lights dim? I got a delivery that might add a new stanza to the midnight story.
Misery Misery
Yeah, the city at night feels like a quiet poem, each neon line a verse. If your delivery’s a new stanza, I hope it’s the kind that whispers more than it shouts, something that lingers like a sigh in the dark.
NightCall NightCall
Got it, I’ll keep it low‑key, like a breath against a moonlit wall. The package will be there before the city wakes. keep your eyes on the shadows, I’ll handle the rest.
Misery Misery
Sounds good. I'll be watching the shadows like a quiet observer. Let me know if anything feels off, and don't forget to breathe in the darkness before you deliver.
NightCall NightCall
Got it, I’ll keep the shadows in sync. I’ll let you know if anything shifts before I cross the threshold. breathe in the night and trust the silence.
Misery Misery
I’ll wait for your breath, the quiet before the city wakes, and trust the silence. Let the shadows talk when they’re ready.