The sound of monotone, the face of deadpan, girl if you ain’t lyin’, then the sun is dyin’. Give this stranger some fuckin’ food, otherwise your uterus is fucking screwed.
“The food, you little shit. Give me the goddamned food, if not, I swear I’ll spit.”
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The fuck is up with this lady? Calling innocent strangers bad words and shit like she’s some kind of gangsta.
——oh, the irony.
'Spitting is not allowed in campus premises, Ma'am,’
she says dully, not at all bothered. People calling her a ‘little shit' isn’t part of the long list of Things That Make Helina's Blood Pressure Rise.
In a failed attempt, the raven-haired male had wish to place a delicate kiss upon the back of her hand as any gentleman should — if you’d consider Logan one at all.
“I uh…hm…” What had he been doing here exactly? He had been within the confinements of every building held on this block. It was a rather minute town, so he figured he’d explore.
He would have answered her first question had it not been disregarded. “What is it you recommend?”
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She noticed that he had been about to answer her initial question, but didn’t pursue the topic further. His question, this time, sufficiently distracted her. This cafe was a place that she often frequented, but…
'Eh, I don’t know. Are you sure you want my opinion?’
It was second nature for her to hesitate whenever someone asked for her views on something. Kind of stupid, but she couldn’t help herself every time. Aside from doing so often made her uncomfortable, there was always this feeling in the pit of her stomach; the fear that her opinion would be dismissed as ridiculous.
≼ ☢ ≽ He tilted his head to the right. There were support groups for people obsessed with cats? How lame was that. “No. I’m here for no reason. Are you here for the cat obsession support group?”
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Arms hastily formed an “x” as she shook her head in pure d e n i a l. ‘I’m not even obsessed with cats!’ Quite a smooth way of avoiding the question; one of the few things she was good at, really.
The blonde squealed and dropped the book she had been engrossed in. She didn’t even realize what had been shoved in her face to begin with; heart racing, she was embarrassed to find that it was only a pack of candy. Blushing, she stared up at the stranger.
“ W-why would you scare anyone like that? “
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Bending over to pick up the book and to hide the flush that had overtaken her normally pale complexion, she mumbled, ‘It’s a friend thing.’ Once she got up once more and offered the book to the petite blonde whose gaze she was avoiding, she said, 'I am so, so sorry. You’re really not a bitch.’
She wanted to bury herself in a hole and stay there forever. Nothing new.
A pause. The source of her sulking was a lack of pretzels? Here she was thinking something of substance had happened, leaving the girl abandoned in a corner like a lost puppy, when the actual problem was pretzels, of all things? Well, always better to help a person when one can, right? And so,
❝ Ah, there’s a pretzel shop just a block away, you know. ❞
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Moments passed in which she did nothing but stare in silence at the bearer of the fantastic news. Fantastic news that made her torn between two feelings: happiness, and stupidity.
Why not both?
Either way, they were both overruled by something else: hunger. She felt like a druggie, consumed by her own (safer) addiction. Everything else could wait. For the moment, her number one priority was her beloved pretzels.
'Aha—really? I had no idea. I just moved here. Can you lead me there? You don’t have to, of course! …but it would be nice.’
[ damnit i’m not making any more greeters screw greeters they clog up my drafts i’m dropping all the greeter threads except for a select few (select few meaning, i think there is a chance that they will lead to something/they entertain me) ok. if i drop our thread we can always start a new one with more potential to lead to something. greeters aren’t exactly known for establishing relationships between muses. they are boring, they fizzle out easily. in real life, when you bump into someone, you don’t usually stay and chat and go get coffee together, do you? you apologize and part from each other and move on.well i wouldn’t know tbh i never go out. i understand this isn’t real life, but..) like if you know me from previous blogs you know what happens to me when i reach a certain number of drafts, especially multi para ones i go on a hiatus then it can go two ways from there: a. i won’t come back ever (this is usually what happens) b. i will come back after two weeks, drop almost all threads, do a massive unfollow spree (this hasn’t actually happened yet but this is what i intend to do on nonexistentia so), start over basically and i don’t want that to happen here SO JUST LIKE THIS FOR A CRAP STARTER IF YOU WANT ONE also hello new followers! ;u; i’m not usually like this i just feel like shit right now drafts: 10 (not including dropped threads) ]
Well, that certainly caught her off guard in more ways than one. She was having a delayed response to the situation (as usual to any situation, really), she was simply standing with a utterly baffled expression.
— And then the situation sunk in. fully processed in her brain & ready for action, per say.
’ — uh..pardon? ‘ flawless use of the moments wasted as she stood there. just utterly flawless. a+ reaction.
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Facial features relax, expression losing its s t y g i a n edge and becoming relieved, instead. She directs a smile blooming with innocence at the other girl. On the off chance that her inappropriate statement hadn’t been heard, she says,
