chad laughs quietly, taking the bag like it’s illegal.
“five more? yeah, okay—that explains everything.”
he lowers his voice, playing along.
“your secret’s safe. girlfriend included.”
he pops another piece into his mouth, already hooked.
“you’re dangerous, cat.”
a smirk. +
chad laughs under his breath, nodding.
“yeah, your imagination. super detailed, too.”
a pause, then—
“or maybe you just caught a moment and decided it wasn’t worth arguing about.”
he shrugs, already stepping back.
“either way… next time you ‘see it,’ i’ll be ready.”
2/2
*She doesn’t believe it was her imagination but she’s tired of arguing so she’s gonna let it go till the next time she catches them breaking out into song and dance*
chad’s whole demeanor shifts the second she goes serious. shoulders square. jaw tight. he nods once—slow, deliberate.
“i solemnly swear,” he says, voice low like he’s being sworn into a secret society,
“that this information dies with me.”
his eyes flick to the bag when she +
holding it out to him.
❝ this — ❞
she opens the bag , showing him the pieces of popcorn that were covered in white chocolate and candied sprinkles.
❝ is bibble , but be careful , it’s highly addictive .ᐟ try a piece. ❞
then—he pops it into his mouth. pauses. chews.
his eyebrows shoot up before he can stop them.
“…oh.”
another chew. a soft laugh escapes him.
“yeah, no. you should absolutely not be walking around with this unsupervised.”
he reaches for one more piece, already doomed. +
chad’s smile softens, just a little—less joking now, more steady.
“okay. pause.”
he takes the phone again, rewinds the video a few seconds, lets it play, then hands it back.
“you saw movement. you heard the crowd, the band warming up, people yelling.”
a beat. +
If you know my sister then she’s normally dragged into things
How exactly do you explain someone imagining a whole dance choreography and song/musical number… im definitely losing it
Because I heard it… and saw it..
“your brain did what brains do—connected dots that weren’t actually there.”
he meets her eyes, calm, grounded.
“that doesn’t mean you’re losing it.”
then, quieter, almost sincere—
“it just means you’ve got imagination. timing. rhythm.”
a small grin sneaks back in.
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— Karen Smith
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— Admin is 24 years old
— New to verse, not to roleplay
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