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 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)