BeautifulTrauma
Really Really Experienced
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- May 9, 2018
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He laughed, "You never know, stranger things have happened, I could make a good tent with it." he winked, "It would only have one poll, though." he mused.
he watched her joy at receiving FD's message and grinned. "He's a good guy," he stage whispered to BT pretending FD couldn't hear him even though he purposefully was loud enough that he could.
She laughed heartily.
“You’re too much, sometimes; Silly Glad.”
Her laughter turned cacophonous at the mentioning of one pole. She quickly covered her mouth to muffle her amusement.
When she realized what Glad had said about FD her cheeks immediately flared hotter, spreading across her nose, and traveled all the way to her ears. As if by some strange modification to reality, she glanced around to see if there were any cameras, and wondered if it was actually possible to break the fourth wall. She glanced back at FD and knowingly nodded at Glad’s assessment of him, biting her lip.
“I know,” she quietly mused to herself.
Catching his eye was not difficult. He had been watching her read it with a sly, tilted little grin. Then when she lit up and mouthed her gratitude and clutched the paper he brightened visibly and nodded his head; smiling.
Watching her efforts to refold the paper and the concentration made him perk a brow. Then came that tongue poking out from between her lip and he silently chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement.
She finally figured out how to fold it back into an airplane, and tucked it gently into the only pocket that was constructed with her night dress. She looked up again to see FD watching her; her smile grew and she stuck her tongue out at him, coyly.
and in other news I'm like 3 hours late to bed, so g'night y'all
With the mention of his departure she politely waved.
"G'night! See you tomorrow, Glad; I hope you sleep well!" she called after him as he vanished into the confines of the CPI.
A moment of stillness lingered as she pondered quietly in her chair. She stood, stretching her legs, which evolved into a fully body stretch; arms reached towards the heavens. Her eyes fell back to FD and she sauntered over to him, reaching down towards his hand, which she'd been wanting to hold again. She climbed onto the armrest as she did, resting the back of his hand on her thigh as she tightly held his palm.
"What's on your mind, tonight, FD?"

, just us then I guess.
Want to be able to do what ever my brain bubbles demand. Otherwise I might get creative constipation, could even develop into serious writers blockage
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