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Cus, y’know, why not. Casually drops all threads though.

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jvpal >> lvxur
Cus, y’know, why not. Casually drops all threads though.
"Can you watch my dog for me this weekend?"
One can never bebored with Jooyeon near, she’s once thought. She hasn’t been wrong – how couldshe? The older woman is ever surprising and innovative, and she’s alwayspresenting a new challenge to Seren, whether it is just another regular sliceof the life of humans on this world, or something that feels foreign even tothem. The elf has to admit (albeit rather begrudgingly) that she does enjoy it.The enthusiasm with which the older woman takes life is intoxicating, and shecan feel the remnants of that rush for days after they meet up, no matter forhow short a period they do.
When she bargesat Seren’s door, with her puppy at her heel, a hopeful smile on her lips andher pet-sitting request, the younger girl wants to say ‘no’ at first, only totest her friend… but she doesn’t quite have the heart to, and it seems asthough the dog knows it already, because it’s rushed into the apartment as soonas Seren opened the door, making itself at home right away, refusing to expectan invitation. Seren can’t help but laugh as she watches the pup – it knowsbest, after all. “Ah, why not? I’m sureMyfanwy will love the company.”
“I wanted to leave one last message for my ex to tell them to fuck off but oops wrong number, didn’t mean to yell at you instead.”
At first, she doesn’t even know what to say – how can one beexpected to answer to such an excuse? Trouble is, like Varric once said, themore ridiculous a story was, the more likely it was to be true, if for no otherreason, at least because no one would be able to conceive such a foolish lie. “That’s how you know it’s true! I couldnever put that in a book. Too unlikely.” The memory of the dwarf’s smileover the game of Wicked Grace, his lined face and kind expression were enoughto bring the sting of tears in her eyes, and a little tremor in her voice whenshe finally spoke.
“Don’t you think you ought to make sure you’vegot the right person before startingyour little speech? I mean, it just seems like a terrible waste of breath tohave to go over it multiple times. Or do you think the practice will do yougood?” She inquired, doing her best to hide the little shaking of her voice, to keepit on the same humorous note it usually lingered at. Was she successful? Shehad no idea. “But…I know of a way you canmake it up to me! Profiteroles. Just… Maker’sbreath, don’t try baking them yourself.”
“Where did we go wrong?”
She’d given up on colouringher hair a few days past, and now she couldn’t help but think of the irony ofit all – with the cloud of flour that had covered everything as a result oftheir rather petty attempt to bake, it seemed as though she was a statue,carved entirely of white marble. The result wasn’t quite as definitive for hercompanion, her dark hair standing out against the powdery mask, but it wascomical nonetheless, and Seren had a hard time focusing on the question atfirst – she needed to wait for Jooyeon to repeat it. But it wasn’t somethingnew, not really. She had the attention span of a child, so easily distractedthat everyone that knew the first thing about her was aware of the need torepeat themselves.
“Go wrong…? I, ah… I told you I’m no good atthis!” But she’d tried tobe, and perhaps that had been the biggest mistake. She thought that a gust ofwind here, and a more intense flame there would make up for her utter lack ofskills in the kitchen, and she’d been wrong. But she’d done her best, and,somehow, that was enough to make her feel good – so good that she couldn’t bebothered with starting to think about how long it would take her to clean upthe kitchen. “We’ll get it right…eventually.”
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I miss her...
jvpal:
What’s good?
All good in the hood.
Hey, husband.
Babe
Underwater
[ jvpal ] The water levels continued rising as the two went further into the deep end of the pool, their fingers interlocked in an attempt to not lose each other and stay at a constant speed. Once the water had come up to their collar bones both of their eyes met each others, knowing exactly what came next. It was a game, honestly, and she was determined to win. “Bet you I can stay under longer.” And as the words left her lips she darted below the water, the other girl following immediately. The first ten seconds were easy, the next ten made it hard to stay still, and she quickly realized if Nari didn’t quit soon, she would end up losing. Pulling a secret move her fingers left the girls to be brought up to her cheeks, pulling her body against her own on impact. It was quite awkward, with both of their cheeks being puffed out, nevertheless; she still pressed her lips against the youngers, hoping the startling action would cause her to gasp up for air.
The challenge issued from her friend’s lips turned a switch in Nari’s brain and immediately she went into her more competitive mode. She couldn’t help herself sometimes, some things just made her feel the need to be competitive and a bet was definitely one of them. She ducked under the water easily, her purple bun becoming dark as it was drenched with water. The first fifteen seconds were easy, the next five were definitely less easy but she had a relatively good lung capacity despite the amount of smoking she did when she was on exchange in high school. What surprised her, however, was the kiss and she let go of the wall and ended up floating to the surface, gasping for air. “Unni!” she gasped, “If you wanted to kiss me you should’ve just told me,” she drawled once she had her breath back. She grinned lazily and pulled herself out onto the side of the pool easily, laying back onto the warmed concrete and enjoying the sun’s warmth on her stomach and face. “That was dirty cheating though,” she said, sitting back up and crossing her arms over her chest.