Date: 2023-09-23 06:28 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (twenty-six)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
Yeah, well, if I ever run into him, I'm going to tell him all his embarrassing stories back to him.

[...] Was it just the two of you?

Date: 2023-09-23 06:54 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (sixty-eight)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[she squirms when he says that, in a way that makes it seem like she's just coincidentally bunting him. she is allergic to sorry, so she doesn't say it.]

What got him? [he doesn't have to answer, she's just curious.]

Date: 2023-09-23 02:54 pm (UTC)
sharkgirl: (sixty-four)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[she listens, maybe to her credit.

we promised we'd be pirates so we could be free feels so similar, like the echo of a promise she made once. she frowns, as much as her kitty face allows, and then:]


Why'd they shoot it down? Just for no reason? [she sounds a little angry on his behalf, almost.] ... That's garbage, that - sucks.

[her tail wraps gently around his wrist where he's scritching, bracing.]

Date: 2023-09-23 03:08 pm (UTC)
sharkgirl: (nine)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
... That's good of you, you know.

[maybe she's allergic to sorry, but not this as much.] Not everybody would just pick up like that, like, they just. They just wouldn't.

[a beat, and then a little fiercely:] You're good too.

[after he's spent half an hour trying to remind her that she's got a soul, she can't just let he was a lot better slide.]

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