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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@frozenanna: @wildeatheart @afunnygirl EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW
@frozenanna: @wildeatheart @afunnygirl TODD PLEASE NEVER AGAIN! I REALLY AM GOING BACK TO NORWAY
@wildeatheart @frozenanna @afunnygirl can i come?????
@wildeatheart @frozenanna @afunnygirl to nORWAY
@wildeatheart @frozenanna @afunnygirl NOT THE OTHER THING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@redfive: @wildeatheart @frozenanna @afunnygirl LOL
As soon as Luke stepped through the door of the mayor’s office, he’d pretty much forgotten why he was even there, too taken aback by the fact that he was here and had managed to bypass the supervision of his aunt and uncle to do it. He supposed he had John to thank for that. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen had been prettttty skeptical when they heard that Luke was going to be chilling with one of the world’s richest business heirs (a lie but at least he had their permission for when he was actually going to see John), but he’d guilt tripped them by pleading and whining and saying he basically had no friends now that Biggs had went off to flight school and left him to milk cows and feed chickens. It was kinda below the belt and Luke shouldn’t have been able to lie to his guardians so easily, but being able to get out of Cherry Grove for at least a little while was like a breath of fresh air.
He half-wanted to divert his course and go straight for the nearest hot dog cart then skulk around Central Park and see what the big deal was - for a native New Yorker, he’d never spent more than an hour in the city and that had always been under the watchful eye of his aunt and uncle.
But he’d promised Leia he’d come and meet her (linking up with a stranger from the internet - smart, Luke) and she was doing him a favor so he figured he should probably pull through on his promise. Plus, the idea of actually having a job that didn’t leave the smell of manure clinging to him no matter how much he showered, was too good an opportunity to pass up. Inconspicuously he sniffed at the hoody he wore, just to make sure he didn’t stink of farm before walking towards the receptionist’s desk.
“I’m here to see Leia Organa,” he smiled.
The women behind the desk peered up at him from behind her bifocals and gave him a scrutinising up-and-down. The way her face settled into an unhappy expression hinted that this might not be as easy for Luke as he thought it would be. It’s not like 20-year-old kids in ratty hoodies and and taped up Converse were the normal sort of foot traffic in an office as swanky as this. Luke stared back at the woman, holding her gaze with a look of total innocence until she eventually sighed and rolled her eyes.
“I’ll call down for her,” she drawled eventually, like it was some major task for her to do.
“Tell her it’s Luke! She knows I’m coming!” he insisted as she dialed a number on her phone then passed the message along to whoever was on the other side. Luke peered around him as she did, hands clasped behind his back, then brought his gaze back to the woman as she hung up and told him he could wait over in the seating area. Her tone made it clear she’d rather he sit outside until Leia made an appearance, so Luke nodded as politely as he could then shuffled over to the plush cream leather sofas before she changed her mind.
He lifted up magazines where Mayor Organa’s face stared back at him. Luke couldn’t decide whether he looked intimidating for not, but as far as he’d heard, the dude seemed like a nice guy. Dropping the magazine back on the table, Luke trailed a finger over a nice little ornament of a woman doing some sort of ballet pose. He traced up her arm, the porcelain smooth under his callused fingertip, until he reached her hand where it promptly snapped and fell off.
“Shit!” he hissed then clamped his lips together. His head snapped over his shoulder towards the receptionist desk but the crabby lady was too engrossed in whatever was on her computer screen to pay attention to his outburst. Swiveling back around, he repeatedly jabbed the hand of the ornament against where it had fell off, hoping that the action would miraculously have the same affect as extra-strength superglue. To no avail. Naturally.
When he heard someone call his name from behind him, he stiffened then quickly turned, the hand clutching the miniature porcelain one remaining firmly behind his back as he grinned manically at the brunette in front of him, stepping in front of the ornament to block it from view.
“Hey! Leia! ...Hey!” he choked out.
@redfive: OH COME ON
.emptyasthxsky:
Christ alive. What about everything that I just said sounded so horrible? Bloody hell, your parents need to live a little.
Perhaps I need to show them how to loosen up a touch, too.
Not my parents. Aunt and Uncle.
Yeah, good luck with that. There’s no loosening either of them up. I’m barely allowed into the city by myself!
.emptyasthxsky:
Bloody hell. So, tell them that you’re going to be spending time following your dreams with a perfectly chiseled, gorgeous, and strapping gent, and that he’s well practiced in the art of flying and that I promise to take great care of their boy.
Are you trying to put me on house arrest?
.emptyasthxsky:
If you like. Or you could just… ignore them.
I dunno... They’re pretty overprotective.
.emptyasthxsky:
So? I wasn’t inviting them.
So I should lie to them?
.emptyasthxsky:
You guess? You guess that getting to spend your time with me, trying your hand at one of the finest aircrafts in this century could be fun?
Bloody hell, are you interested or not?
I never said I wasn’t interested, geez! I just know my aunt and uncle won’t be too happy about it.
.emptyasthxsky:
What does it matter why i’m doing this?
But yes, darling. I think it could be fun, don’t you?
Sure... I guess!
.emptyasthxsky:
I’m aware. But, that doesn’t mean that you can’t come along for a ride, darling. Not to mention, I know some great instructors.
Is this from the goodness of your heart?
.emptyasthxsky:
Yes, darling. I own several aircrafts. Better that anything this Biggs fellow might get his hands on, I’d wager. I’m also a licensed pilot. Is that hint enough for you?
Before I get too excited, you realise I don’t have a flight permit, right?
.emptyasthxsky:
Sounds like a bore. Perhaps you need to invest in better friends. Perhaps ones with all access to the best aircrafts in NYC?
Is this a hint? Are you hinting at something?
Biggs’ parents paid for him to sign up for flight training. Meanwhile, I’m stuck picking up power converters from Tosche station and milking cows who hate me. Happy 2018, I guess.
Tell us all your thoughts on John Smith?
For the sake of my own dignity, I probably shouldn’t tell anyone my thoughts on John Smith. Plus, he loves getting complimented so I’m not gonna do that. At all. Why are you picking on my frustrated gay sensitivities like this?
.emptyasthxsky:
On the contrary, sweetheart. I think you should tell us more.
Hard pass.
Tell us all your thoughts on John Smith?
For the sake of my own dignity, I probably shouldn’t tell anyone my thoughts on John Smith. Plus, he loves getting complimented so I’m not gonna do that. At all. Why are you picking on my frustrated gay sensitivities like this?
.my-onlyh0pe:
But getting a job away from the farm would give you money while you’re doing something different, right?
My aunt and uncle don’t really like the idea of me being away from the farm.
.my-onlyh0pe:
So… do something else?
“The farm needs me.”
Also, uh, money.