It is absolutely hilarious that Kevin was close enough to one of his Twitter mututals that they actually saw each other, but they are both such fucking weirdos that no one could take the initiative to say hi. "I have anxiety!" "my eyesight is bad!"
Ffs you are two grown ass adults. And it's even better that no one else at the tranch informed Kevin who the visitors were?? Mxtress doesn't seem to be very away of Kev's existence most of the time. The visitors even spent the night and Kev didn't know who it was! Wtf? He can't even like, text one of the other tranchlings to ask?
And how do you have such bad anxiety but you're bold enough to drop in on the tranch without reaching out to any of them first?
Whatever, puzzling out troon thought processes is clearly a waste of time.
Even by "normal" troon standards (i.e, cringeworthy and nauseating), this whole interaction must surely be exceptional.
So much for the Tranch's "safe space, inclusive, family atmosphere" narrative, when one of them is kept out of sight like some Victorian-era "shameful family secret", and any visitors know to ignore the tard howls coming from the attic.
I imagine a behind-the-scenes conversation that day that went something like this:
Kev (voice message to Phil): Mxtress, where are you? I wanted snacks but they're all finished again so I wanted pizza but the microwave made a scary noise and smoke came out then the cat ate some frozen pizza and he puked on the bed and it was funny! And some naughty Transformers got broken all by themselves when I just wanted to play with them so I ordered some new ones! And poo came out of my diaper and went on my new hot girl shorts so I took them off! And I looked at my Twitter girlfriends and cuddled with my plushies! I'm so bored now! When are you coming home so we can go buy snacks and new hot girl shorts and plushies? Wuv you!
Phil (calls Kev, no reply) (calls Kev, no reply) (calls Kev, no reply) (voice message): [angry male voice] Listen, you fucking...[clears throat, troon voice] Errr, I mean you silly girl, teehee! We have some GUESTS visiting and we're giving them the tour so I'm super busy, mm'kay? Just stay right there and don't move until I can come and spank you better! Don't touch Bonnie's stuff and DON'T come outside without your pants on, or you won't get ANY cookies!
In the background of the message, we hear the weak bleatings of dying lambs, squealing troon voices, then sudden gunfire and a man shouting.
Kev (voice message to Phil): Mxtress, where are you? There was scary gun noise, are the bad CisNazis here? Or did Bonnie drink lots of wine and get sad again? I wanted to look but I didn't go outside with no pants on, I just stood by the door like a good girl! Do I get cookies?
ETA: "bad eyesight" = he was fucking around with his Furry Kult LED goggles.
Wedge posted pictures of his ruined asshole and balless dick
