10-20-2018, 05:13 AM
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Still they could recall the night though a week had passed them by, the warmth in her laughter as finally they had agreed. An hour, all the time it took for fragile good mood to sour, fingers curled around a plastic cup. They were not an overly social drinker and so stuck to nothing more than the soft drinks set out for the younger, lifting it to take a sip. Quickly had their want to know the person – it seemed too much for one yet brief exploration spoke of the presence of one inhabitant – who owned this residence faded, replaced more with the want to leave.
Leaning against the wall Esma breathed a sigh, free hand raising to rub at their face. It was during this that a voice broke through, unfamiliar to them though the reputation of the speak proceeded him, nothing short of a bad boy, self titled as far as they were concerned. Wrapped up in their studies and all too busy for much interaction outside of minimal circles they had yet to meet the man himself, something they had wanted to keep that way. Looking through the spaces between their fingers they groaned into the palm of their hand.
“Yeah I did,” clear had been the nature of the jest but so too were they beyond allowing such, pushing off the wall and moving forward, smile touching upon their lips though never did it find root within dark eyes. “But I think I would much prefer you... pup” Encircling the other clear was the pass of eyes, lingering over a few spots and the smile grew, leaning closer.
Still they could recall the night though a week had passed them by, the warmth in her laughter as finally they had agreed. An hour, all the time it took for fragile good mood to sour, fingers curled around a plastic cup. They were not an overly social drinker and so stuck to nothing more than the soft drinks set out for the younger, lifting it to take a sip. Quickly had their want to know the person – it seemed too much for one yet brief exploration spoke of the presence of one inhabitant – who owned this residence faded, replaced more with the want to leave.
Leaning against the wall Esma breathed a sigh, free hand raising to rub at their face. It was during this that a voice broke through, unfamiliar to them though the reputation of the speak proceeded him, nothing short of a bad boy, self titled as far as they were concerned. Wrapped up in their studies and all too busy for much interaction outside of minimal circles they had yet to meet the man himself, something they had wanted to keep that way. Looking through the spaces between their fingers they groaned into the palm of their hand.
“Yeah I did,” clear had been the nature of the jest but so too were they beyond allowing such, pushing off the wall and moving forward, smile touching upon their lips though never did it find root within dark eyes. “But I think I would much prefer you... pup” Encircling the other clear was the pass of eyes, lingering over a few spots and the smile grew, leaning closer.