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Eleven ([personal profile] savingthrows) wrote2019-07-31 01:14 am
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-02-14 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ yikes. ]

Eleven.

I'm sorry.

I've had a lot on my mind. It's not an excuse, but... I'm sorry.
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1/2

[personal profile] webshoots 2020-02-14 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
I know you don't.
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-02-14 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
But maybe I do.
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-02-14 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
I don't like eating ice cream by myself.

And I can still learn new things. I'm not an old dog.
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-02-15 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I will absolutely take that as a compliment. The fact that you're not using the word 'old' to describe me is basically the biggest ego boost I've had in about 8 months.

But what if I got you ice cream without your permission? You know, if I was just sat there in the park with two cups in my hand, one (very, very) slowly melting because Beacon's freezing and it's definitely taken a cue or two from NYC as far as what "winter" should constitute of?

You going to pass that up?
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-03-09 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ "almost old" THAT IS HILARIOUS. ]

Uh huh.

I don't know, depends on how long you take, you know? I have got a pretty big appetite.
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-03-11 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
Well...

Best you get a move on, huh?
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[personal profile] webshoots 2020-03-12 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he hadn't planned on eating her share — in fact, he's barely touched his, having made a point not to bother actually getting ice cream before eleven confirmed she was going to show.

he sits cross-legged, an ice cream in a hand apiece waiting for her to approach. he catches sight of her hurrying towards him, then slowing; and he pretends not to have seen the former — although the way the corners of his lips quirk up into an amused smile do a poor job at reinforcing the fact.

he mms at the question, attention shifting from eleven to one of the ice creams in his hand— ]


—I was going to give you two more minutes. Then all bets were off.