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@ninepartsmess
𝑎̲⠀⠀⠀..⠀⠀⠀𝒽ᴱᴸᴸ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑓𝗈𝗋⠀ ⠀⠀ ᵐʸ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒̲𝑟⠀ ⠀⠀ —— —⠀⠀⠀ᴬ̲⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝓔𝐋𝐋⠀⠀⠀𝑓ᴼᴿ⠀⠀⠀𝗆𝗒⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐑Ị𝐃𝐄⠀ ⠀⠀


this was half humiliating. he shouldn't be following her words as closely as he was, half his mind was telling him to turn and go, but ... he just listens to her instead, grabbing the handkerchief and reaching out to blot her

and maybe he's trying to leave before they have a chance to pin him down, not wanting to answer that question.

he says he's not a creep in the way people insist he is, not that he's not a creep. and here he goes, accidentally coughing to give himself away.

he's just peaking around the corner, watching.

⠀ ⠀ ₍ ‘ it is like hell ‘ she thought, but simply shrugged, trying to downplay it. ₎ it happened, like, in the ‘60s. it’s not like we have the same conditions now as they did back then.

here he comes to investigate, nosey little fucker.


he doesn't try to show it much, but it was quite difficult to keep his composure maintain when she was speaking to him the way she was. it was near hypnotic. huffing slightly, he reaches in, lips planted against hers to oblige her order.










