When Mox would look over to try and search the meth-addicted-homeless-person-Blitz-paid-to-man-the-phone for any hint of what this was all about, he'd find her fairly lacking. If she was going for any kind of enjoyment out of tormenting Mox she had a hell of a poker face for the event.

She was certainly very good at this little game of inconspicuousness when it came to not looking at him, taking the phone almost automatically. Only then when she saw it did she pause.

Her thumb was at the ready to punch in her reply when she stopped all of a sudden, her fingers tensing and curling for a moment. But it was only a moment and then she replied again.

But again, another hesitation. She went to place the phone down and stopped, pulling it back. Forgotten to add something to the message?

Who knew? Well, it only took another moment, but then, finally, she pushed the phone to Mox without editing its contents. For better or worse, this was happening now.

i went too far

not sure you wanna hear me bitch about it or excuses or shit

you didnt deserve to get your head bitten off

(chocolate you maybe? he was pretty damn good eating)

you? not so much

so

im sorry

Whenever Moxxie would look up from the message - one time or multiple considering at which point his suspension of disbelief would give way to what he was reading, he'd see Loona still doing her best not to look at him or the text, but she was notably tensed. In fact, her right hand there was shifting, her black painted fingernails were starting to more resemble her claws with flecks of whihte fur around them as they gripped her knee tightly.

She was most certainly waiting to see how he reacted here it seemed.