dylan.
She almost burst into a fit of laughter hearing him say balls deep in such a beautiful accent but manages to contain herself. “Worry about me being balls deep? I’m ill equipped,” she says with no feigned innocence, a grin and mischief written all over her dark features. Dylan got involved with people wherever she went and usually it ended in hellfire and brimstone. For whatever reason she was feeling a bit downtrodden compared to normal despite the promise of sexual exploits in the near future. “I’ll probably be hooking up. Best way to get to know people. We’re here for a good time, not a long time, dude,” she jokes. A small pause. “Plus, I’ve been writing to this guy since I arrived and I thought we might be soul mates but he didn’t even write me back so I guess he was like fuck you, Dylan Crane and tore that shit up,” she wasn’t exactly visibly emotional but her tone gave away an edge of disappointment.
eyes lit up in her response , amused at the topic of sex . he wasn’t no saint when it came to such but it was still entertaining . ❛ i only meant catching you sleeping with someone . but now i think about it , you do seem the type to have a . . . gode - ceinture , uh , strap - on ❜ spoken in a very complimentary tone , a grin parting his lips . he had never been much of a person that didn’t speak his mind , always frank even when it came to the most trivial of things . he didn’t exactly agree that sex was the best way to know people , except maybe physically , but he didn’t argue — more interested in the fact that she wrote letters , albeit the sad outcome . ❛ perhaps , he is busy or your letters got lost in the mail ? i do also enjoy having pen pals , but sometimes it takes time for them to get back to me . . . sometimes , they just stop . ❜
















