[longl1ve]

#LONGL1VE: an exploration of power bestowed, autonomy within constraints, and the will to break free.

affiliated with: blindsite

carrd. ooc. prompts. muse tags below section break.

canon muses:

robb stark. reflection. information. interactions. harley quinn. reflection. information. interactions. zagreus. reflection. information. interactions.

original characters:

rosaline santavia. reflection. information. interactions. orion skye. reflection. information. interactions.

[blindsite]

[📲: ET 👾 ] mmm like you're the only one

[📲: ET 👾 ] poor pretty, pretty boy 🥺🥺

[📲: ET 👾 ] i count on that or you're in trouble 😈

[📲: ET 👾 ] you're very sweet and i'm sure you're doing your best and i wish i were there in person to watch you work your magic

[📲: ET 👾 ] i believe in you and your weird technologies 👾 👾

[📲: ET 👾 ] can you say that nickname against my skin while you eat me out? please? moonbeam?

[📲: ET 👾 ] hmm i want the nastiest (as many toppings as possible) burger and fries with two different dipping sauces and a coke in a glass bottle

[📲: ET 👾 ] you're too good to me, goddamn 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[📲: ET 👾 ] manager said i'm good to go. my stuff is gathered and i'm ready .... but like where should i stand? out in the back lot? it's pretty open out there.

[📲: ET 👾 ] i feel like i'm going to get wayyy too used to this. fuck planes, 🖕🖕🖕 i have a motherfucking spaceship as my ride

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[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] at least i'm your pretty, pretty boy 🥰

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] and i'll do my best mouthing off as soon as i can 😜

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] of course baby

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] i'm sure i'll be saying a lot of things, but i can make sure to say that

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] over and over again if you'd like 😘

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] done, it'll be here when you get here, with all the nastiness you could possibly want

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] back lot should be fine, just make sure you can see the sky

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] can confirm, the ship is waaaaaay better than whatever planes i've been on; smoother ride, faster pace, cuter passengers 😉

[blindsite]

at the sight of thick brown lashes obscuring their gaze from her own as they track her lips and the words tumbling out of them, she knows he's as hooked as she is. the smile that pulls and exposes his pretty mouth only lasts a moment before she's breathing it in. there's no chasteness to this kiss. her lips are immediately parted and teeth tug at their bottom one. arms tighten around his neck to pull her up tighter against him, only her toes keeping her anchored to the ground. there was a wet patch between her thighs growing as she was damn near fully grinding into the upper part of his leg. shame who? never had that contact saved in her phone.

the softness of his thumb on her cheek in contrast with where the other lands surprises her. the former more than the latter. it's his turn to pull away and leave her to be the one wanting to chase him down. they nod vehemently, deciding words wouldn't be worth it over the din surrounding them. they were in a bubble one that no one could or would dare to penetrate. this was their very own slice of heaven for only their pleasure. one more kiss, a battle of tongues until she decided she needed more of them in her mouth. that's when their lips trailed over his jaw, over the side of his neck and to the half-circle divot where his collarbones met and sweat gathered. she lapped it right up and then trailed her tongue up the column of his throat and over adam's apple. it wasn't until she met lightly stubbled chin that her teeth nipped at it. if the lights reflected in her eyes just right, maybe he could see the glint in it. there was no doubt in their mind that he was into this and yet, somehow she found herself wondering if he'd wake up early the next day, sneak out, and be glad to have escaped crazy with minimal damage. or, if they realized it, they could have the best girl on their side. she'd go to venues with him, suck his dick before a show, have pizza in the room when he was done, and help wash the sweat from him in the shower. a whole life was flashing before her eyes. what the fucking fuck was wrong with her? before she could think of any other potential nonsense, she planted a kiss on his mouth once more. tasting of dessert and salt from their skin. one of her hands leaves his neck to graze down over ribs and find his back pocket. there it tucks, grasping his ass through dark selvedge denim. she'd give it another ten before she begged him to fuck her in the hall, bathroom stall, or his private room. maybe his car. and then ask him to come home with her.

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he doesn't have time to express his amusement at their eagerness, his tongue immediately tangled with theirs. hands pull her even closer, the contact his fingers have with her skin making the rest of his body jealous, the fabric between them bordering on offensive at this point. the heat of their skin feels almost unbearable, the air around them doing nothing to alleviate the feeling that they're not convinced they want to be alleviated at all.

then, her tongue is on him, newly relinquished lips still parted as an involuntary groan is coaxed from him. an incredulous huff accompanies the sliding of his hand into their hair. her teeth nip at them and they find themself at risk of asking her to bite them harder next time (they desperately hope there'll be a next time). their lips meet again and he finds himself thinking about how insanely enraptured he is by the whole experience. sure, they'd been with other humans under similar circumstances, but nothing had ever come close to feeling nearly as incredible as this. the way they fit so perfectly against each other almost feels like predestination; they have half a mind to send a transmission into the universe to thank whatever's allowed this to happen. her hand on his ass brings him crashing back into reality, soft moan shared between them as his own digits flex in response. but she wants them to touch her, and he doesn't feel like he's holding up his end of the bargain. the hand in their hair tugs gently, just enough to allow him to speak against their lips. "turn around." they almost don't want to let her go, but the knowledge that her body will still be pressed to theirs allows their grip to loosen momentarily. as soon as he's able, an arm is around her waist, pulling her closer, certain that––if she hadn't already––she's able to feel his length against her. other hand is under their chin, turning their head towards him so they can act on the wishes of his greedy tongue. their lips are indulgent, allowing them to unsuccessfully acclimatize to the feeling her against them. her taste isn't distracting enough to keep the hand on her waist from wandering, floating downwards until fingers are at the hem of her skirt again. this time, he allows himself to explore a bit; touch is teasing, not applying much (if any) pressure, but able to register the wetness between her legs nonetheless. the chuckle against her lips is soft, his own arousal just as apparent. "i didn't realize i was that exciting." words tease in the same way that his touch does, gently and with the promise of more if they can manage to be patient. lips find their way behind her ear, kisses pressed there in a way that seems simultaneously too gentle and too hungry. "you know i'll want to see this up close later, right? if you're willing to show me."

[blindsite]

in the time it takes rosaline to decide, glance around the place, and finally place her hand within his, he remained bowed. his patience was abound with her. only once she was satisfied they were alone, or decided she didn't care, did they begin dancing. luc could feel her heart in her wrist where two of his long fingers curled around. but, a part of him chalked it up to the fast pace of the dance.

once they'd slowed and began dancing a much different type, his hand settled gently on the small of her back. their joined hands came to rest against his chest between them. her body wasn't pressed to his, but their clothes did brush against one another as they swayed. ❝ i'd say yes for most people. ❞ at that, luc's head tilts and smiles down at her softly. ❝ i can't say that i've experienced it with many of my dance partners. ❞ maybe his dance partner's had felt it towards him. but, for him? it was a job. he'd do his best acting and manage a very convincing reproduction of the emotion. speaking of his job, as much as he wasn't a gentlemen in some regard, he was, in this case with her. they could stay here the whole night dancing like this and he wouldn't push for more. she'd need to give him some sort of permission. a kiss or words, preferrably.

luc lets go only enough to twirl her and then draw her back in. the action, he hoped, would draw some soft laughter from her again. he needed to hear it. once the princess is back to him, his arm is tighter around her waist, though still with room enough for plausible deniability. ❝ i'm glad my dance lessons hold up to someone with a royal dance instructor. ❞ blue-green eyes are trained down upon her face. while there was some playfulness within his voice, it was mostly quite soft. unable to help himself.

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though his grip is gentle (courteous), it feels steady, tethering her to the moment, to the night, to the starlight, to him. for a minute, she can pretend that all this is real. that she isn't the princess of thornpointe, that she's just rosaline, that she can dance with whomever, whenever, and wherever she wants, that their swaying under the branches of the cherry willow is chosen and wholly romantic and not necessary for anything other than pleasure.

"...i can't say that i've experienced it with many of my dance partners..." the words echo, a seed planted from which thorny thoughts sprout, threatening to burst the dreamy bubble they'd created around themselves. she can't say she particularly cares about his other partners. there's only one which she's morbidly curious about, but she knows if she asks, she may not get the answer she wants––honestly, she can't even tell which answer would be preferable. she's been known to poke the occasional bear, but she doesn't think she'd survive the outcome of this particular attack. his smile is the only thing allowing her to maintain her sanity, continue on in the illusion without acknowledging the haziness between their current position and reality. she knows its his job to be this enchanting. she knows she's not supposed to be his client. she knows that whatever spark may be between them is dangerous, at best.

the twirl takes her by surprise, a soft giggle escaping her as the world blurs. "three instructors; i was told that i'd managed to scare off the first two." smile is playful as she recounts the circumstances of her training. this time, she's sure their proximity is his doing, but it doesn't feel close enough. rosaline finds herself floating closer, captivated by the eyes before her. her own gaze is searching, pleading for something that'll allow her to stay here with him instead of facing the implications of their association. her own voice is soft, almost breathless, but the request by no means an inquiry. "kiss me."

[blindsite]

forty-five minutes pass before she is back at her phone, but at him getting mouthy, she decides to wait longer to respond. he knew by now roughly how long she walked for at a time and the changes between outfits. she'd done her part. now all she needed was to be dismissed by her manager.

[📲: ET 👾 ] simmered down any?

[📲: ET 👾 ] imagine that last text with me batting my eyelashes at you 🥺🥺

[📲: ET 👾 ] you know i'm going to do that. i want you to see me in it and not just in the pictures later, baby

[📲: ET 👾 ] and you should now, that i've been wet for a while and walked the catwalk thinking of you 😇

[📲: ET 👾 ] but, if you keep mouthing off to me, i won't be putting mine anywhere 💋

[📲: ET 👾 ] any update on the 🛸 situation? i should be able to leave soon 🤤

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[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] fuck, maja

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] as if i'm not already thinking about you in a million different ways

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] fucking hell i need you here, now

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] i'm sorry sunbeam

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] i'll make sure to make it up to you once you're back (in a way where you might not mind me "mouthing off" 😉)

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] yeah i'm looking through the details right now, it looks like it's just one little adjustment and it'll be all fine for you to use

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] i thought it would be more complicated so i was worried because i don't know if anyone's ever actually tried to use it for human travel purposes and i didn't want you to get hurt or anything but it's also been kinda hard to concentrate for the past little bit

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] too many details, not important right now

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] i'm working on it

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] what snacks do you want? i'll grab them for you

[blindsite]

[ 📲 : rosie ] what the fuck

[ 📲 : rosie ] that's sabotage

[ 📲 : rosie ] okay, fine, damn. you're bossy 😍

[ 📲 : rosie ] i know you are 😏

[ 📲 : rosie ] what if i told you i'm already in a car outside of your house

[ 📲 : rosie ] i've been ready, girl

[ 📲 : rosie ] and i'll climb up the lattice outside your window as soon as i know you're inside to look down and watch me

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[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] if you don't want me to sabotage you, then don't play the game in the same room as me 🙄

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] but i think i'd also find a way to sabotage you via text...🤭

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i've always been bossy 😘

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] extra points for being early

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i'd say sorry to have kept you waiting, but i'm not, and you also get to see me walk into the building, so you're welcome

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] now get your ass up here!!!!!

[russianblush]

no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not

[blindsite]

as he confirmed that he was, in fact, aware she wasn't fragile, a pleased look spreads over her face. no matter the signals that they were giving to the other, it seemed he wasn't going to act on it. maja begins to feel a bit petulant. she wasn't used to not getting what she wanted immediately, especially not from people she approached as strongly as she had them. but, their other arm finally wraps around her tightly so she's pressed squarely against them now. as this happens, the lacy center of her underwear drags against the rough material of his jeans. lips part of their own free will and a soft whimper leaves right near his ear. he definitely heard it. no doubts there. a blush burns at her own ears, but she doesn't apologize for it. instead, both of her own arms wrap around his neck so that her hands can bury in the thick hair at the crown of their head.

orion's mouth isn't just speaking into her ear, but is pressed against it as the words land there. they are asking, no telling, her to speak her mind. he did want her. god, that's more music to her ears than that playing around them through loud speakers. their foreheads meet, both breathing heavily in the space between. ❝ i'm going to kiss you. ❞ kiss the coy smile from his hot fucking face. it was his last chance for an out, if he didn't want this. but, with no response to say they didn't want her, she tilts her chin up to press their lips together. a few moments pass sharing a more gentle, languid kiss. before lips part and tongue teases to request entry. people had done worse on a dancefloor ... and likely they'd be joining those ranks. maja's upper body rolls into his, their small chest insistent on being closer. she pulls away to speak for a moment. ❝ touch me — anywhere, please. ❞ tongue darts over her rosy lips before lifting to kiss them again. her fingers tug at his hair then grip, nails dragging over his scalp. they wouldn't last much longer out here, but she wanted to for as long as they could. the adrenaline of being amongst so many people, being one in the crowd, but also nearly becoming one with him as how close they are currently together. at this point, she wasn't sure what was the affects of drugs and what was whatever the fuck he was doing to her. they had some kind of crazy hold like she'd never experienced before. and found themselves addicted to him. forget the cocaine, she'd take this everyday, multiple times a day instead. if he'd have her.

[longl1ve]

the sound he's inadvertently elicited from her is intoxicating. they're struck by the thought that they need to hear it again and again and again and again. it reverberates in his skull until he's sure he'll never be able to forget it (stored in the memory bank for later, perhaps, but he's hoping the memory bank will be less necessary in the near future). the feeling of their further entanglement is wonderfully supplemental, her hands in his hair the perfect pairing for the other sensory stimuli demanding their attention. his own fingers flex, grappling at the material of her dress, as if he can get closer to her through the fabric if he tries hard enough.

they state their intentions clearly and he's thrilled in the way that his hopes are realized. their soft nod is subsumed into the kiss she presses to his lips. eyes slip closed, the light show of their surroundings no match to the explosion of colour behind their eyelids, the thudding bass no match for the pressure of their own racing heart. his hands wander the expanse of her back, urging her closer as her taste––a taste sweeter than he'd experienced in any galaxy––becomes familiar, washing over his tongue as waves against a wanting shore. they're working as actively as he is to try and stamp out the molecular distance between them. the edges of the crowd around them seem to urge their endeavours; if they were any further apart, they'd be encroaching on someone else's space, wouldn't they? it's better for them to attempt to dissolve into one another. the distance she creates, even momentarily, is somehow painful, the air brushing against his face striking in comparison to the warmth her proximity brings. they can't help the way they almost chase after her, gaze glued to her mouth, deciphering the motion and causing his own grin to reemerge. before he can react, his lips are captured again. they weren't sure how long she'd want to be out here, especially if the scenes of depravity scrolling through their mind are anything similar to what she's implying. hands roam, exploring their form, tactility making an attempt to memorize the curves and arches and dips. fingers find themselves on opposite poles, one set curving behind her ear, thumb resting on her cheek, the other toying with the hem of her skirt, gently brushing against the crease where her ass meets her thigh. he's sure she can hear the smirk in his voice, the syllables drawn out, teasing. "anywhere?"

[blindsite]

[ 📲 : rosie ] it'll be more fun playing while laying next to each other

[ 📲 : rosie ] okay.... maybe not that exact phrasing but

[ 📲 : rosie ] i'm pretty sure it was on the sheet that i spoke french

[ 📲 : rosie ] whatever, not important, back to me being nude 😏

[ 📲 : rosie ] okay, fine fine fine

[ 📲 : rosie ] put that shit on and get over here 😘

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[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] true, i can tap on your screen and mess up your angles in realtime 😈

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] whatever, i'm telling you now, and i'm telling you never to use any variant of "oodles" again

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] you know i'm more than happy to go back to you being nude

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] which is exactly what's about to happen

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i'm done here, heading out. you have 7 minutes

[blindsite]

[📲: ET 👾 ] my threat ... wasn't finished because i wanted you to wonder about how i'd make you suffer

[📲: ET 👾 ] ☠️☠️☠️

[📲: ET 👾 ] no, but actually, you may be fighting me for who is doing what 🙂‍↔️

[📲: ET 👾 ] they need to be figuring that out pronto. if not, 🤷‍♀️ i'll take the risk of my guts being rearranged in a way i wasn't planning for just to get there faster

[📲: ET 👾 ] because as badly as i want you, i want to 🥺 suck your dick until your eyes roll back in your skull

[📲: ET 👾 ] okay, my turn to walk, brb 💜💜

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[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] ohhh nooo i'm so scared

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] you know i'd never fight you (seriously) 💖

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] okay, but I'M not cool with anything rearranging your guts that isn't me, especially if it doesn't leave you with guts to rearrange

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] ...you've got to be kidding me

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] babe you can't just say that and then walk away

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] fuck

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] you better be bringing home what you're wearing on the runway tonight. i want a good look at whatever's preventing your pretty mouth from being on my cock right now before i peel it off of you.

[blindsite]

once she scolds the other men, the ladies sitting with her like her even less, she knows this without any proof. mina was always the odd one out, always favored by her mistress, and thus did not fit in with them. to be a supposed bastard child and get treated differently by all who interacted with her made her a target. she would likely pay for this later and be bothered endlessly later with ruthless words and even disturbing of her personal items. the ladies had stolen a fair few of her nicer items and she daren't say anything unless she wanted to be deemed a telltale and hated more so. but regardless of all of this, there was a grace about her nature and when she speaks up, people listen. the men at the table certainly did. margaery liked to bring her along to events and meetings that she considered important. between the two of them, the room was well and truly captivated as well as silent until given permission to speak.

when the man, who so clearly was above her station, offered his apologies and addressed her beyond that. mina was stunned. long lashes blinked at him, especially so when he his gaze commanded a whole room. something they had in common then. ❝ samina, sir, ❞ she hesitates before revealing her given last name, ❝ samina flowers. ❞ and with that she expected him to lose interest entirely, if he didn't it would be the second time he surprised her in mere moments. ❝ and you? ❞ being this close to him, his eyes are even more astonishingly blue. there were plenty of folk who had similar color irises, but not also with such a dark thicket of curls surrounding and paler skin. the contrast seemed to make them all the more intense. her gaze averted so that she could take a sip of tea, something to quell the nerves inside of her and maybe warm her heart also in case of rejection.

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arctic irises search her face, her hesitation almost alarming. the pause is justified with the offering of her full name. flowers. he understands. it isn’t often that surnames resulting from certain conditions are regarded favourably. he, however, cares not for the extenuating circumstances of her upbringing. he would be a hypocrite to do so, his own family comprised of similar names and stories. “samina flowers,” he echoes, the edges of forested lips upturned. he catches his eye as it wanders through her features, hoping his potential indiscretion goes unnoticed. “a lovely name indeed. it is my pleasure to know it.”

soon enough it is his turn in their exchange of identities. he’ll admit, he’s not used to the anonymity afforded to him here. he has half a mind to procure a pseudonym, halt the reputation that precedes him before it can materialize. but he’s never been interested in deceit, nor has he been a particularly skilled actor. “robb stark of winterfell.” the words feel like an admission, mouth suddenly dry enough to warrant a sip of water from the glass placed for him. he can’t place the origination of the feeling. perhaps he’s hoping it won’t steer the direction of their conversation. maybe she hasn’t even heard of him before. the space between his previous words and the next seem to stretch on for far too long. he presses forth, turning his queries back to more interesting topics. “what brings you and your party this close to highgarden?”

[longl1ve]

adventures: had. warning: about to spam the dash a little bit

[blindsite]

[ 📲 : rosie ] we CAN play 8-ball later

[ 📲 : rosie ] you didn't mark this down on your preference sheet

[ 📲 : rosie ] how am i supposed to know you wanted french?

[ 📲 : rosie ] i'll use it tonight then 😏

[ 📲 : rosie ] ah, yes ... it's just a study in anatomy

[ 📲 : rosie ] why even bother reapplying? it's going to end up all over me anyways

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[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] okay but if you blow me off on the 8-ball again i'm gonna be so pissed

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i didn't think i had to mark "prefers french language as an alternative to making up words to describe how badly we need to fuck" on a sheet

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] at least you're making the adjustment so quickly

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i need to practice! and if you're a good model, i might get you to do a whole bunch of poses 😉

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] that's not the point!!!

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] can a girl not want to look put together for five minutes?? fuck

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] fresh lipstick transfers better anyways

[blindsite]

[📲: ET 👾 ] yeah, but i can't do anything about how i'm feeling and that pisses me off 🙄

[📲: ET 👾 ] don't blow me another kiss or i swear to god 😈

[📲: ET 👾 ] you've got like.... 2 hours and i'll be done here

[📲: ET 👾 ] ask ur buddies, they will help 😇

[📲: ET 👾 ] if you mean literally? no, but i may dry up 😉 and wither away if you don't take care of me soon 😞

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[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] 😘😘😘

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] you didn't finish your threat, so i'm taking my chances 😘

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] 2 hours is 2 hours 2 many, but i can try to be patient

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] you have a point. i'm just imagining there'd have to be modifications to make it safe for humans. probably.

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] you know i would if i were there...but if you survive the next couple of hours, i'll make it worth your while

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] 😘

[blindsite]

[ 📲 : rosie ] that's an understatement

mr. slutty is typing .....

[ 📲 : rosie ] alright, you got me. you know my game

[ 📲 : rosie ] yeah, is that a problem? would you rather have boocoodles?

[ 📲 : rosie ] that's slang for beaucoup

[ 📲 : rosie ] harsh.... you only wanna paint me for my abs and 🍆 i see

[ 📲 : rosie ] what about my beautiful face? are you just going to leave it like a :^) and everything else in excruciating detail?

[ 📲 : rosie ] 47???? what the hell difference are those two minutes going to make?

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[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] of course i do. and it's not 8-ball, clearly

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] luc what the actual fuck

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i'd rather you just start speaking fully in french at this point, that'd be more bearable than this

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] and sexier

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] noooooooooooooooo, it just gives me a chance to practice...anatomy 👀

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] keep up your "boocoodles" bullshit and i'll do worse to your face

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] i gotta reapply my lipstick 💋

[blindsite]

@longl1ve orion texted : [📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] what if we kissed in the abandoned basement

[📲: ET 👾 ] fuck, why do you text me these types of things when i can't be there 👿

[📲: ET 👾 ] asking .... is it possible to 🛸🛸🛸 me there or something?

[📲: ET 👾 ] idk how it works fully yet 🤷‍♀️

[📲: ET 👾 ] but 🤤 i'm dying to kiss you in an abandoned basement

[📲: ET 👾 ] seriously dying for it 🤒😷🤧

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[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] because i want you to be thinking about it

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] 😘

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] uhhhhh...maybe? i'll see if i can figure it out

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] good, i've got out next date planned then

[📲: your hoebot 🤖 ] wait, you're not actually dying right???

[blindsite]

[ 📲 : rosie ] i'm always eager and not because of my career before you try to say that 😏

[ 📲 : rosie ] we have oodles of tension. this only adds more

[ 📲 : rosie ] can it be fully nude? and you have to hang it somewhere in your room

[ 📲 : rosie ] an hour and a half? make it 45

[ 📲 : rosie ] i'll be there

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[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] you don't have to butter me up, i already know i'm your favourite client 😘

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] oodles? really? that's the word you're going to use in the context of sexual tension?

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] you think i'd want to paint you clothed?

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] as for where i'll hang it...we'll see. maybe if i do a good enough job

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] 45 minutes?! i can't just irish goodbye this shit!!

[ 📲 : mr. slutty ] give me 47