( she hums, amused; mar dips her head back down at, even though her focus is on her work, still has half her attention on him. )
i love you, you always have my attention.
( a pause, then a smirk )
you spoiled brat.
an hour, i suppose
( it's quiet, and gentle, and she lifts her eyes to watch him with a rare sort of fondness she saves only for him. )
then you can have all my attention, revenue.
( ooc. ) acting like someone has โbaggageโ because theyโre a part of the huge majority of lgbtq+ folks who havenโt reclaimed the f slur is extremely weird. finding ways to justify using slurs is also. weird as fuck.
ใ คโ
( sheโs skulking around ; busy with a million things but feeling horribly half-together without him !
sheโs going to pester him. )
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mar wonders if her own
eyes hide her loneliness well.
her voice is a gentle croon.
"at the least,
it's a satisfying one."
her smile is slow.
tentative.
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