[She glances at her for just a second too long, and all of a sudden, Flayn will experience something new.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Flayn probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
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fishingforcompliments) wrote2020-06-07 02:03 pm
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Why is his shirt like that...
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Flayn considers it for a few moments.]
...because of his muscles, I suppose? He trains to improve his strength quite often. The shirt likely fit him properly when he first procured it...
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[She sounds so tired.]
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[Poor, tired Natalie.]
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[She glances at her for just a second too long, and all of a sudden, Flayn will experience something new.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Flayn probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
"You're stoned." You scoff, both annoyed and fond all at once, before the two of you continue speaking (the memory ends at 0:34).
After a few seconds:]
...That was, um...
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[but why were they singing. (also holy shit, "fucked up seduction" indeed. henry?? have you ever read a book on how to talk to girls??]
...a friend of yours?
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...I guess you could say that, probably.
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Well - it's a memory from back home. I wasn't really intending to go back.
[So it's strange to say that about someone she doesn't think she'll see again.]
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[...]
You were going to go with someone else, then?
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Yeah. Jason and I were going back with Percy to his world before all of this started.
[lmao]
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I am sure you will be able to go back with them at the end of this.
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Yeah. I won't take no for an answer, for them.
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