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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 10:54 pm
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“Hey, hey, hey,” Kip was up and after Mo in a flash, squeezing himself between the halfwit and the kids. “No need to give up your snacks, buddy.” He set a hand over one of the offered bags of ‘candy’ and gave a small, quick shake of his head, eyes wide and brows raised to try to emphasize that this was an awful idea. Kip was not going to be the cause of any loss of profit for the big guy. He twisted around and smiled down at the two chumps, “Uh, sorry, but my friend really can’t handle odd numbered seats. If you could, you know, switch before we have a…” He mouthed out ‘meltdown’ at the pair, who, thankfully, shifted from annoyance to understanding. He stepped back to let them squeeze out, whispering ‘thank you’s as they left.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 8:40 pm
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"It was a very uncomfortable 20 minutes, I'll say that much. And don't worry about my emotional baggage. We get to pick our family now, right? Most of us anyway. It's been...a very long time since I have seen anyone I am remotely related to, so it's no skin off my back."
As Aella was choosing between telling a truth or doing another dare, he noticed that the boy he had flirted with, and Mo, were both up and asking another set of students to move. Odd choice but it didn't bother him. "Dare again, huh? You must have a lot of secrets to keep." He figured he would keep it simple. There weren't a whole lot of dares he could ask her to do on a bus. Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his phone. "I dare you to give me your number." He held it out to her. It wasn't a flirtatious dare - and he really had no feelings like that towards her, but it was more of a safety thing. He also wanted her to give it to him freely, instead of going through other channels.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 10:54 pm
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"Yeah, I guess so." She chuckled- though a bit awkwardly. When someone tells you not to worry about their emotional baggage, does it really ever work? She didn't think it did, but actually... maybe it did? Because she wasn't worrying about it, not in the slightest. In fact Aella was full on ignoring any sad comments and pretending like she hadn't heard any of them. In other news, the ******** were those two doing?! No... please don't sit closer... Damn. She shot them a look, but they weren't important so she turned her attention back to Arashi. "I do like my secrets." She smirked but perhaps he might catch the wistfulness tucked away in her expression. No time for bad thoughts, there was a car! Aella shot across the aisle to Arashi's bench and threw herself right over him so she could excitedly wave out the window like a kid who had too much sugar. They didn't wave back. R U D E. She realized belatedly that she was now wedged between him and the seat in front of him and wriggled backwards, trying to shimmy her way free. "I actually.. *wriggle wriggle* don't have a phone yet, but... *wriggle wriggle* I just got enough for it so I'm getting one tomorrow. *wriggle wriggle* I'll give it to you then?"
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