[ Impressive that he can do that while keeping her on the line. I can barely text and call as a millennial. ]
I mean that I had my spot, more or less, for 800 odd years. Wagons came and crumbled, but I had my spot in each. Perhaps the thieving has been less than pleasant, but it has been a nice change of pace, these past few months. Being toted around and gotten into nonsense.
[ Being thought of enough to be greeted and farewelled at the door. Being welcome and useful. Just whenever she is sure that it feels real, it seems to slip just through her fingers. ]
[he...practiced....probably....he's not so old that he can't learn.... that will come
He feels a touch uneasy at the anecdote. Richie is simultaneously hyper aware and yet abysmally oblivious to her plight. Remembering that she'd do better with text, but forgetting what she might consider 'spoiling.' He wonders if she's ever just been dropped behind a rock in a desert, left to languish until some curious fellow trotted by on horseback.
Outlandish. But sad. Strikingly so.]
Oh boy, you just say the word Sandy, and I'll take you on all the tours you could need. We need to get up to something that isn't solely sneaking and prying.
Hence why I'm calling you. I've got a little something for you, actually.
[ And worse still, she has been buried in the desert. Then picked up, dusted off, and put to use again without so much as a “How have you been?” That hardly matters now, though. His enthusiasm is infectious enough to scatter the thoughts outright for the moment. ]
Do you now, for me? Well, do not leave me in suspense any longer than you must. I am not getting any younger, you know.
[ Go fetch that key, boy. She’ll put in some words if she must. ]
[Tell him more about it. He's actually good at listening, in spite of all odds.
And you're lucky, i just got permish to say yusuke will lend him a key]
Yeah, but unlike the rest of us you're not getting any older. You know I found a grey ball hair once? You know the game's over when your pubes are turning.
Hold on for a tick and you'll find out. The kid's gonna lend me a key. I'll be over shortly, hang tight cutie.
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I mean that I had my spot, more or less, for 800 odd years. Wagons came and crumbled, but I had my spot in each. Perhaps the thieving has been less than pleasant, but it has been a nice change of pace, these past few months. Being toted around and gotten into nonsense.
[ Being thought of enough to be greeted and farewelled at the door. Being welcome and useful. Just whenever she is sure that it feels real, it seems to slip just through her fingers. ]
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that will comeHe feels a touch uneasy at the anecdote. Richie is simultaneously hyper aware and yet abysmally oblivious to her plight. Remembering that she'd do better with text, but forgetting what she might consider 'spoiling.' He wonders if she's ever just been dropped behind a rock in a desert, left to languish until some curious fellow trotted by on horseback.
Outlandish. But sad. Strikingly so.]
Oh boy, you just say the word Sandy, and I'll take you on all the tours you could need. We need to get up to something that isn't solely sneaking and prying.
Hence why I'm calling you. I've got a little something for you, actually.
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[ And worse still, she has been buried in the desert. Then picked up, dusted off, and put to use again without so much as a “How have you been?” That hardly matters now, though. His enthusiasm is infectious enough to scatter the thoughts outright for the moment. ]
Do you now, for me? Well, do not leave me in suspense any longer than you must. I am not getting any younger, you know.
[ Go fetch that key, boy. She’ll put in some words if she must. ]
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And you're lucky, i just got permish to say yusuke will lend him a key]
Yeah, but unlike the rest of us you're not getting any older. You know I found a grey ball hair once? You know the game's over when your pubes are turning.
Hold on for a tick and you'll find out. The kid's gonna lend me a key. I'll be over shortly, hang tight cutie.