[ an unimpressed expression overtakes her visage. she allows silence to linger for a second————which, she hadn’t done earlier. ] you talk like you don’t. believe me, no one else is »
i prefer psychological stimulation rather than the usual somatic one. ﹙ shrugs, as if she’s discussing the weather in all its simplicity. ﹚ or maybe i do hook up. not like
» fine, i can’t blame you.’ twirling her hair. the opportunity was 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, it’d be a crime not to take it. ‘anyway, were you spaced out, or something? i’m curious now.’
it doesn’t slip her mind that he stiffens, but what baffles her is his 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦. polite, almost disturbingly. she can’t not offer forgiveness, ( * not that she was ever really mad ). a squint.. ‘that’s »
[ she ignores the latter comment. the logic, to her, is ridiculous. ] you think it’s bad? i’m not looking for love, but i’m tending to my needs. at a party, would you hook »
oh, that’s not a great thing now, is it? ﹙ yawns, an action practiced and extremely precise, albeit not genuine. stirs, letting out a sigh. ﹚ though, i dare say,