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[shakes her head] Nononono. What you can’t afford is to drink this shit.
[points to the cheap wine] You’ll regret drinking that sparkly piss. Trust me.
[frowning] No. I mean I literally can’t afford it. Like at all.
[sighs] Yes yes I know I know. But my rent is too high and my paycheck too small to be buying the god stuff. So I live off of said sparkly piss.
Mmm.
Hey, how about I buy it for you? That way, you’ll taste good shit and won’t have to worry about the price.
[Watches someone browsing for wine] [Sees them picking up the amarone wine] [nods in approvement] yes.
[sees them return it and take the store-brand wine] for fucking real??
[she was really just admiring the good wine] [and settlingfor the store brand]
[y’know] [the store brand wine that she nearly drops because of sudden speaking towards her] Huh?! Oh! Uhm….I can’t afford the amarone!
[shakes her head] Nononono. What you can’t afford is to drink this shit.
[points to the cheap wine] You’ll regret drinking that sparkly piss. Trust me.
[Watches someone browsing for wine] [Sees them picking up the amarone wine] [nods in approvement] yes.
[sees them return it and take the store-brand wine] for fucking real??
Chiara was stressed. She made this blatantly clear; a tremble traveled through her fingers to the papers she held, her mouth contorted every time she bit her cheek and more annoyingly, she was tongue-twisted. Fuck. My. Life. Christ, how easy would it be if that was the only line she had? Instead, she hadn’t only 30 lines but 30 pages. “Fuck me up the asshole tenderly.” was what she thought she had whispered. The person next to her, certainly begged to differ.
I think I might cut my hair….I really don’t want it long anymore. But I’m not too sure?
Darling, get it cut. It’ll grow back anyway, so if you decide you don’t like it short, you get a natural solution. I mean, shit’ll take a while to grow back but.
To make things clear, those nags worked… to an extent. He certainly managed to get her into agreeing - yes, stuff as much flaming hot cheetos as you want in my purse - but he also certainly ended up having to hold the purse for her. Clearly, this was the definition of 50/50.
Chiara’s eyelids fell and though her lips curved for a smile, it clearly leaned towards a satirising attitude. Her head tilted up him. She allowed herself a mocking scoff and expected the other to detach any ideas of her reaction as genuine. “Damn Daniel.” she fucking did it, the voice. “Aren’t you morally encompassed.”
Clutch. It matched his outfit anyway, and he kept messing with the clip part because it was fun and this was a total win/win situation. That is, until she used that infuriating meme on him. God, he hated it so much, it was funny for the first five minutes but now it made him want to tear his hair out. He physically displayed his dismay by rolling the fuck out of his eyes, groaning exasperatedly.
“Do not–yknow what,” Daniel started, moving to put the purse under his shirt, and cover it, keeping it there with his arms. “I’m keeping this. You’re not getting it back, just for that.”
She thwacked Daniel’s stomach, right where her purse stayed hidden. Then passionately rubbed the bump. “Holy shit, I can feel it kicking.” Chiara continued patting Daniel’s stomach fervently. Was she doing this in public? The answer was yes, and Chiara couldn’t give a damn. Make the man uncomfortable till he drops. Disturbingly, she cooed.
“How long have you kept this form me-- that you’re having a baby? My god, congratulations, Daniel.”
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[fresh food vending machines exist B ) but they dont exist everywhere thats for sure]
Mari? Is that her name? [Bends down a little, hovering the sandwich just a little under the couch] Is she big on tuna because I’m hoping she doesn’t fuck me up by eating the entire thing. I’m kind of hungry myself.
[sobs i’d like to find one someday. Specifcally before work yeezus ] j
No, her name is Marshmallow, because she looks llike a toasted marshmallow, but Mari is like a nickname. [The cat is planning on making a run for it as soon as no ones watching] If she does and this works I’ll make you a sandwich or something.
[Stands straight]
You won’t be making anything anytime soon with the way this is working out. [Huffs a little, returning her glance to her bait before noticing a chunk of it missing] ….How on god’s earth-
A la más mierda.
[ She places her hands on her hips before getting down to look for the cat under the couch] How did she get it so fast?! She never moves that fast! We… we need to set up a trap.
Does she get jealous easily? [Chiara barely hesitates before she takes Katerina’s arm and leads her to a corner] Sorry. I was thinking, maybe if she notices you’re not around, she’ll start wondering who the fuck you’ve replaced her with. [Peers around the bend, watching Mari wander around clueless]
"Matthew Lacroix."
WELL YOU’RE NOT WRONG
I don’t know about you but around here, they call it a guess. Around here [taps her head] they call it a good guess. That accent of yours gave you out. Not to mention that obviously French name of yours.
Oran obvious guess, if we go by the evidence. [gotta give it a good ol’ slightly lopsided grin bc there is no way he’ll deny good guesses seriously] Nah, but really, I have to give you credit for not thinking it was some sort of Spanish or something; still not something I’ve ever figured out abou tmixing up, though. [shrugs] Either way, ten points to you for not only getting the name right enough, but for not being dumb about the accent either.
Mixing Spanish and French? I’ve seen a few do it, actually. And I’ll gratefully take those ten points and ask you: what do you think is my surname? I’ll give you a clue, it’s a lot more damn easier to pronounce than yours. It’s not the best clue but it sure as hell narrows it down a bit.
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“I believe in hate at first sight. Do you?””
Daniel raised an eyebrow, smiling crookedly down at Chiara. “Not…necessarily.” The question was sudden, but not at all unexpected from her of all people. Honestly, at this point, he was surprised he managed to gain her kindness-or, at least, her tolerance.
Since they were walking to the movie theater, he had made sure that he had brought snacks with him for the show–well, that and made sure that it was okay that he stashed pretty much all of them in her purse. After some nagging and whining and such, he managed to get her to agree. Somehow.
“Sometimes I might get bad vibes, but I don’t think I could hate someone right off the bat.”
To make things clear, those nags worked... to an extent. He certainly managed to get her into agreeing - yes, stuff as much flaming hot cheetos as you want in my purse - but he also certainly ended up having to hold the purse for her. Clearly, this was the definition of 50/50.
Chiara’s eyelids fell and though her lips curved for a smile, it clearly leaned towards a satirising attitude. Her head tilted up him. She allowed herself a mocking scoff and expected the other to detach any ideas of her reaction as genuine. “Damn Daniel.” she fucking did it, the voice. “Aren’t you morally encompassed.”
[fresh food vending machines exist B ) but they dont exist everywhere thats for sure]
Mari? Is that her name? [Bends down a little, hovering the sandwich just a little under the couch] Is she big on tuna because I’m hoping she doesn’t fuck me up by eating the entire thing. I’m kind of hungry myself.
[sobs i’d like to find one someday. Specifcally before work yeezus ] j
No, her name is Marshmallow, because she looks llike a toasted marshmallow, but Mari is like a nickname. [The cat is planning on making a run for it as soon as no ones watching] If she does and this works I’ll make you a sandwich or something.
[Stands straight]
You won’t be making anything anytime soon with the way this is working out. [Huffs a little, returning her glance to her bait before noticing a chunk of it missing] ....How on god’s earth-
"Matthew Lacroix."
WELL YOU’RE NOT WRONG
[have u forgotten this girl fucking loves heels] [Raises a brow] Is that accordance I’m hearing?
[shes still a short smoll] n [shrugs,and smiles a bit sheepishly] Maybe; all depends on how you view it, I suppose. C’est la vie and all that, you know?
Fair enough. If I can’t be entirely correct about your name, would I be correct in saying you’re a Francophone?
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Gasp! Moi? Un Francophone? Un Canadian-Francais? Non! Never in a million years, did the name give it away or was it the accent? Also how do you know the difference between Anglophones and Francophones, aren’t you Italian as all hell have you even been to Canada
I don’t know about you but around here, they call it a guess. Around here [taps her head] they call it a good guess. That accent of yours gave you out. Not to mention that obviously French name of yours.
🙌🙌 Happy fucking Birthday to me 🙌🙌
"Matthew Lacroix."
WELL YOU’RE NOT WRONG
[have u forgotten this girl fucking loves heels] [Raises a brow] Is that accordance I’m hearing?
[shes still a short smoll] n [shrugs,and smiles a bit sheepishly] Maybe; all depends on how you view it, I suppose. C’est la vie and all that, you know?
Fair enough. If I can't be entirely correct about your name, would I be correct in saying you're a Francophone?
Legs
I was flying from Buenos Aires to Madrid and was seated next to a guy. The guy looked nervous and I could tell it was his first time flying. He seemed to worry so much that he fell asleep multiple times and woke up thinking he’d overslept.
Two hours. He slept for two hours, peacefully and quietly. A few more hours left and we’d be landing. Fucking fine.
Until we hit turbulence. I was half asleep from trying to keep eyes open for six hours. Being plummeted awake into turbulence was a clear sign that God probably hated you. Immediately, I grabbed for the armrest and dug my nails into it. Except it wasn’t quite the armrest that I clawed at; it was the guy’s thigh. This poor man had been woken up by not only turbulence but by the woman next to him, squeezing his leg tightly.
I had to sit next to him for another six hours.
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{GASP}{HOW IS THAT BEING RUDE}{HER KOKORO WAS BROKEN}
[damn fam where can I find me one of them vending machines. all i can ever get are like overpriced chip bags or gum} It might, but we may need more than tuna.
chh chh chh {She’s just making this weird clicking and chh noise to try and get the cat out} Mari, Mari. Comida~ [that cat is like deep in under the couch staring at that sandwich]
[fresh food vending machines exist B ) but they dont exist everywhere thats for sure]
Mari? Is that her name? [Bends down a little, hovering the sandwich just a little under the couch] Is she big on tuna because I’m hoping she doesn’t fuck me up by eating the entire thing. I’m kind of hungry myself.
