story teller.

"Hi, I'm Dave Allen Barbara Brian. I make people up."

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ok sorry i gotta go sorry

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   “ma’am?” you’d think he’d be more organised for a buisiness owner. “are you my three o’clock?” does he have a three o’clock?

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like f or a thing???

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    “i didn’t expect you to look like your picture,” she confesses as she slides into the chair across from him. she’s dressed to the nines tonight in an olive green dress that brings out the color of her eyes, faux snakeskin clutch resting in her lap. he doesn’t look half bad, either. “i was always intimidated by dating sites, you know, since i heard so many horror stories. but in my line of work, there’s just so many superficial guys.”

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   his mama always told him, now, son, you gotta dress up for ‘caisions, alright? don’t be letting anybody think i raised a scrub, as she dressed him up in his sunday best. and whilst he may wear cardigans on his casual days, he makes sure to never wear denim unless he’s on the farm, and suits when he’s meeting with important people. he’d consider a beautiful lady he’d like to date an important person. 

   he half raises from his seat when he hears her sit down in an attempt to make up for the fact that he hadn’t pulled her seat out. when he sits back down, before she’s even finished talking, he smooths out the legs of his suit pants (a famous designer his sister picked out when she was last over. he tried to pay attention to the label, but was distracted by the price. even to this day, expensive clothing baffles him) and smiles. it’s only when he finds himself listening to the murmur of the restaurant does he realise he hasn’t yet looked her in the eyes. 

   “you look better than your pictures,” he breathes out. and he whole-heartedly means it. the pixels on his computer really did nothing for the green of her eyes, and messages couldn’t have hoped to convey the way her voice commands (and deserves) attention. “not that-- i mean to say that i really hadn’t--” he raises his gaze to the top of the wall behind her head, heat flushing the back of his neck. “forgive me, ma’am. that was forward.”

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i got the countryside blues.

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Brian loves flowers. He often goes flower picking when he’s home on the farm, and he buys flowers from local flower stores when he’s away. His homes are decorated with them.

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He’s afraid of blood. It makes him feel really queasy, and in the case of a lot of blood, he might even faint. 

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Brian’s favourite food is homemade lemon cake. He loves lemon anything - and homemade anything, to think of it - but lemon cake was a treat he learned to bake with his mama and nana during his childhood, and therefore remains on top.

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   ”You wear that scarf like a homosexual.    I don’t mean that like an insult, I’m just sayin’, if that’s the kinda gay vibe you’re tryna give off — job well done.”

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      "My ma says it suits me."

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      She’s just smiling and kicking off her tall shoes (and suddenly she feels quite tiny beside him!!), something youthful taking over her mind as her feet touch the sand. “Look, isn’t it nice? Every day is a day at the beach for me.”

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      "Sure, sure. I ain't too fond o' the beach, myself. Love the water, but the sand gets e'rywhere, and it's as difficult to get out as Grandpa Jo on Thanksgivin'." He smiles out to the horizon, squinting slightly and wishing he'd brought sunglasses. If he were so bold, he would bend down and kiss her right then and there. 

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      ( eugene brian cox, 29, once shook hands with elvis presley. )

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      Is she grabbing his hand? Yeah, she’s totally grabbing his hand. “Lucky for you, I live very near the beach.” Meaning her house is literally across from it.

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    "That seems awful convenient." But he'll just let himself get dragged along, with a slightly confused expression on his face.

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      “Actually… How about the beach? There’s something I want to show you.”

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    "Uh. Sure, sure, I could do the beach."

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      “I think we’ve made each other’s days, then.”

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     "I sure am glad about that. Whaddya say we go get a cup of coffee?"

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     ❝ b-bullshit meter          just      br-broke. ❞

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          ❝ don't make me               make you get it               tattooed. ❞

[pradaisms]

      “Would you be at all flattered to hear that I’m fond of you myself?”

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     "Why, darlin', that just made my day."