propped up on an elbow to get a better look of her; to really make sure sheโs okay. โ you donโt look it. โ sparrow muttered, brows knit together. โ do you typically have shooting stars here? โ
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tipsy and uncertain of how to answer, letting out a noncommittal โ yeah ... โ
staring up into the starry sky. โ enjoying the stars and full moon, waiting for shooting stars. โ
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eyes shut in a moment of respite; she already canโt wait to find somewhere to sleep. eyes poked open again to peer at the other. โ are ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ? โ
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surprised. she's always being tracked down, layla's head turned toward the woman. โ are you okay? โ words loose and a little tipsy, carrying a faint scent of whiskey with them.
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+ onto the stool beside them. โ iโm not bored. โ elbow propped against the barโtop. โ youโre the only one that doesnโt seem already occupied. and you can tell me to fuck off, if youโd like, but i like talking to strangers. โ
โ sparrow. let me buy you another? โ she answers, turned briefly so she can wave down the bartender. two glasses of whiskey are ordered before the other can even decline her offer.
a moment as she contemplates her answer, hopping up +
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Gaze lifting from their glass, settling on Sparrow with that quiet attentiveness. Studying her, perhaps truly seeing her.
-โโ Depends whoโs asking. โโ- A soft tone with an edge of something dangerous, yet friendly. Swirling the rest of the liquid before drinking it all.
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โ i like to believe that is true. but i donโt know. i have felt more understood the few days iโve to explore than in the place i live, with those like me. โ
โย ย trust is a frightening thing ... not easily earned. but it depends on each person, i just try to be cautious and takes time. however, it's a good sign that people accept you. * ๐โโ๏ธ โ