(For not coming down too hard about it, when really, through all the layers of resentment she can see what Sylvie is getting at... and admit (though only to herself) that she's being somewhat hypocritical about the whole thing. But that's something to come back to later.
Because now she has to deal with this shit.
A sound of dismay, before:) Yeah, okay– do whatever, just don't tell me about it. (C'mon...)
[ There's a laugh from her side, her voice now loaded with amusement because if that was not the most audible cringe she's ever listened to. ]
And here I thought we were edging on friends. Isn't that what we're supposed to talk about. Who's having sex with who, and how much? Because I've had a bit of a dry spell, admittedly. Well dry for me.
I guess?? (She's had a dry spell of talking about sex okay, let her ease in.) I'm– in one too, I don't think I'm the right person to talk about it with.
(Great, now she's thinking about what happened with Owen on the boat literally a day before she came to Thedas and wondering if that even counts when everything about it was so shit– can you hear her thoughts buzzing from here, or)
Oh. (Now hold on. This is so much information. Abby feels positively tongue-tied, something which isn't like her at all; too used to having a smart answer for just about anything (not used to being propositioned out of what feels like nowhere)–)
[ It's almost singsong, and there's a little pause as she laughs quietly to herself, tongue touching a canine as she debates on pressing her further. But no, probably enough for now. ]
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Date: 2022-02-22 01:51 am (UTC)(For not coming down too hard about it, when really, through all the layers of resentment she can see what Sylvie is getting at... and admit (though only to herself) that she's being somewhat hypocritical about the whole thing. But that's something to come back to later.
Because now she has to deal with this shit.
A sound of dismay, before:) Yeah, okay– do whatever, just don't tell me about it. (C'mon...)
That icon. Amazing.
Date: 2022-02-22 01:54 am (UTC)And here I thought we were edging on friends. Isn't that what we're supposed to talk about. Who's having sex with who, and how much? Because I've had a bit of a dry spell, admittedly. Well dry for me.
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:06 am (UTC)I guess?? (She's had a dry spell of talking about sex okay, let her ease in.) I'm– in one too, I don't think I'm the right person to talk about it with.
(Great, now she's thinking about what happened with Owen on the boat literally a day before she came to Thedas and wondering if that even counts when everything about it was so shit– can you hear her thoughts buzzing from here, or)
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)Or [ Can you hear her eyebrows bobbing? ] actually together. What's casual sex between friends?
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:39 am (UTC)Besides, I thought you said we weren't friends yet. (Yeah, because that's the point of this discussion)
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:41 am (UTC)It's not a joke. You're a bit young for me but I wouldn't say no. If we were friends.
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:51 am (UTC)Okay.
(fuck) I, uh– can I think about it?
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Date: 2022-02-22 02:56 am (UTC)[ It's almost singsong, and there's a little pause as she laughs quietly to herself, tongue touching a canine as she debates on pressing her further. But no, probably enough for now. ]
This was a good talk.
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Date: 2022-02-22 03:05 am (UTC)(None of it went the way she thought it would go... how about that.)
Can you– this stays between us, right. (all of it thanks)
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Date: 2022-02-22 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-02-22 03:18 am (UTC)Cool. (She has to go vent to her dog bye)