"Mostly". Come on. At this point I'm just gonna assume you want me to dig a little deeper and ask more questions. You're making his too easy. But maybe it's the alcohol.
You assume I'm one of those women with weirdly high standards of perfection. I hate that. No one's perfect. Sometimes you gotta fall into the dark areas to get what you need done, you know? Be silly of me to expect perfection when I do questionable shit all the time.
Can't disappoint fries, but fries also don't last long in my company. Cheat day or not.
( He could say the same about women not lasting long in his company, but he didn't want to be too overdramatic. Besides, bullshit aside, he did appreciate her company and thought any message that alluded otherwise was an insult to her. He definitely wasn't into that. )
[ Jill's familiar with a similar idea. But not just men in terms of romance, but in general. People she gets close to -- when she allows it -- tend to meet fates worse than death.
It's been a long time since Raccoon City. But she remembers having to confront Forest, her friend since long before STARS, starting all the way back in her bright-eyed army days. She'd seen him dead then had to make sure he was down on the same day she'd learned that monsters were real. That this kind of zombie resurrection was a real thing.
And he wasn't the only one she'd had to confront that day, dead or alive or... undead. Since then few have gotten past the layers of cement that circle around her endlessly. She can fake friendliness, but she rarely dips into something honest and true with people.
Her reply takes a long moment, enough time that it might seem like she's ignoring him now or using work as an excuse to avoid. Typical for her, when feelings become part of the mix. ]
I try not to. I'm sturdy, though. I stick around once I let someone in and I mean for it to last. You'll have to do a lot to get me to back off and leave you be now, you know. ;)
[ Adding a joke makes it easier. Less serious (or sincere). ]
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You make it inside? Because I know a thing or two about choosing my words very carefully.
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Yes. I'm safe inside.
Are you safe?
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Or drawing attention to myself.
Inside your home, right?
And yes, I'm safe. Why wouldn't I be? Aren't you the one who is (still) drunk? I'm sober.
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Inside, on my couch, mostly.
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"Mostly". Come on. At this point I'm just gonna assume you want me to dig a little deeper and ask more questions.
You're making his too easy.
But maybe it's the alcohol.
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Mostly on the couch. I'm pretty sure my dignity is outside my apartment somewhere ... maybe in the sewers.
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Dignity's overrated.
You need some company? I've got a big bottle of ibuprofen in my medicine cabinet.
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sorry about the speed, i've been trying to crush my writer's block yay
Mind if I swing by, then?
Can stop for burgers, too. I'll call it a cheat day.
it's totally fine, take your time c: !! I know the feel :'c
If you're feeling particularly sorry for me.
writer's block: only when you have tags/meet new people
Because only a weenie doesn't have good taste like that.
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I'm getting a sack of fries. And you better give me at least half of em.
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No one's perfect. Sometimes you gotta fall into the dark areas to get what you need done, you know? Be silly of me to expect perfection when I do questionable shit all the time.
Can't disappoint fries, but fries also don't last long in my company. Cheat day or not.
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One thing I know, you wouldn't ever disappoint.
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It's been a long time since Raccoon City. But she remembers having to confront Forest, her friend since long before STARS, starting all the way back in her bright-eyed army days. She'd seen him dead then had to make sure he was down on the same day she'd learned that monsters were real. That this kind of zombie resurrection was a real thing.
And he wasn't the only one she'd had to confront that day, dead or alive or... undead. Since then few have gotten past the layers of cement that circle around her endlessly. She can fake friendliness, but she rarely dips into something honest and true with people.
Her reply takes a long moment, enough time that it might seem like she's ignoring him now or using work as an excuse to avoid. Typical for her, when feelings become part of the mix. ]
I try not to.
I'm sturdy, though. I stick around once I let someone in and I mean for it to last.
You'll have to do a lot to get me to back off and leave you be now, you know. ;)
[ Adding a joke makes it easier. Less serious (or sincere). ]