#convodebby

[wordinglives]

   with her lesser lip captured between her teeth and mocha hues widening    a bit; it clearly showed that the pretty brunette wanted something, and was   going to ask for it. throw in some acts of affection in it and you've got the steps   to getting what you want from your lover! the brunette has her arms wrapped   around their torso, her lower lip pouting out and she battled her eyelashes at   her significant other. ---- oh, here we go. "baby, i have a tiny little request."

  she wasn't entirely sure how the response to her request was going to be but    she knew she wouldn't give it up without a decent amount of kisses and hugs fight.   "so you know that dance class that i wanna take part in, right? well it's kinda a    pair thing and i don't exactly have a partner."

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        “what? what else do you want me to         say? i’ve said everything i needed to!”

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she watches as the other heads for the door, mocha hues rolling as she tried to feign nonchalance.

                “at least wear a jacket,”

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hush hush baby, no one will know;

        ( For sure, to know that your family has a good relationship with your boy/girlfriend was a nice thought but it surely has it’s disadvantages; occasional crossed family dinners. Sure, they were a fantastic way for the adults to sit and chat but for the two youngsters, macaroons and cake weren’t exactly their cup of tea. It was not much of a secret that they’d rather be alone, drinking beer and kissing— which couple wouldn’t? Being back home with drinks in hands and kiss covered skin seemed more appealing as compared to being seated and having pointless and irrelevant adult matters fill up their ears.

The restless brunette had been sat on the velvet cushioned chair for barely an hour yet her attention was on anything else but the dinner itself. Debby wasn’t quite sure if her boy/girlfriend seated next to her was engaged in the conversation unlike her or not, but, she was sure of one thing; she wasn’t going to waste her night sitting through nothing. With a mischievous smirk playing on her red painted lips, her hand slowly crept onto the other’s upper thigh, mocha hues anticipating for his/her reaction.)

[wordinglives]

"where were you? hanging out with her again, i would assume."

Debby, your jealousy is evidently showing.

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eight hours a day ;

( Truth to be told, she looks forward to waking up early in the morning for work, just because work seems to be more pleasurable and laid back than school— work didn’t actually feel like work to her.

An estimated amount of eight hours were spent in a record store down the street, from where the sun had just barely made its appearance to when it sets back down at seven.

Those eight hours were always spent pretty wisely, in her opinion, at least. It ranges from assisting customers to smoking and fucking at the back of the shop. For a shop, it surely does have a lot of places to do a lot of things that you’d think is pretty inappropriate to do in one, especially as an employee.

Today was no different of course, her combat boots walked on the dusty floor of the hipster record store as the familiar scent of old spice and wood filled her nose. Her red coated lips curved up into a smirk when her oceanic blues landed on her colleague— her oh so close colleague.

“You’re early today,”

The brunette commented, quirking a brow at the other as she made her way to them. )

[wordinglives]

text @ (you pick)

debby: you left your sweater

debby: ummm

debby: do you wanna pick it up?

debby: or dont um

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text @

debby: where are you??

debby: it's already late

debby: i'm sorry okay??