#* roberta.

[ryfts]

she may never have been this gleeful before. it’s been a decade at least since bertie had to whap! her hands over her mouth to stop herself sounding like a giddy lovestruck schoolgirl.

halloween is off the holiday shit-list this year.

         ‘ biddy, look at you. ’

@exaltcdone!

[ryfts]

         ‘ honey. ’ roberta is balanced precariously between amusement and exhaustion (both of which read plain as day in her tone, body language) and hopes with all of her might that basil is able to read between the lines. her shift is coming to a close, so she’s scheduled to start unwinding within the hour. but for now— ‘ you know you been hummin’ and singin’ the same two lines’a that ditty since you got here? ’

@chromoluminous,  bertie.

[ryfts]

( Brighid’s eyes are sparkling and impish as she smiles at Bertie, resting her chin on top of her folded hands. ) I know I said we should go check out those new - new sculptures at the garden downtown later. But I think. I just want t’stay here and, uh. Kiss a lot. ( A short pause, and then she can’t help but laugh at herself. Some smooth romantic she is. )

        ‘ i’ll be honest, baby, i didn’t much feel like sharin’ you, anyway. ’ she smiles near secretively, knowing in just how corny a direction she could take this if she didn’t fear she’d mock-gag at herself and leave the room laughing. 

i wouldn’t have been able to tear my eyes away from you.

         ‘ they’re not goin’ anywhere, ’ she says. ‘ so. ’ next comes a coy smile and a single, slow tap of her own finger to her own lips. ‘ do the right thing? ’