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mikeyjy !

“ Oh shit, I didn’t scar you did I?” he replied to her comment, missing any of jokes because he was still feeling pretty awful at managing to knock her right over. “You sure you’re not concussed or something, I can drive you home or wherever you’re going, my truck’s just parked over there,” he suggested.

❝ You hit me with a ball. Not a knife, or a samurai sword, or anything. I won’t scar. ❞ It’s almost comical, how literally he takes her words. ❝ Believe me--- I’ll be fine. I’ve been knocked about worse. You’re sweet to care, but I’ll be good. ❞

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dvnamite ! 

The moment the woman’s words hit the air around them, Kyle could tell they had to be from different worlds. Do be careful — a structured sentence that, to her, stemmed from sophistication and class… two things Kyle Hendrix didn’t have. Still, she took the zippo anyway; letting her lean fingers dance along the metal before flipping it open and watching as the fire created light. “Family heirloom, huh?” She began, bringing both it and the cigarette upward toward her mouth and lighting the cancer stick. Inhaling, she then handed it back off and smiled. “Here I thought most families were against smoking and yours is passing down a lighter? Heirloom or not, that’s sort of setting a kid up to smoke, isn’t it? Thought most parents hated the idea of smoking.” 

Baby can feel somewhat of an air of judgement from the girl at her previous statement, meaning that the brunette now is forced to explain herself. Divulge information that strangers certainly shouldn’t be, or otherwise wouldn’t be, privy too. ❝ Heirloom doesn’t necessarily mean passed down. It just means belonging to for a few generations. It belonged to my great-grandpa. Then my grandma. then... well... me. ❞ She shrugs, taking the object back and returning it into its rightful place. 

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heykatrina !

“ well… i assist those who fix people, ” she admits with a chuckle, “ anything working with kids is instantly admirable in my opinion. ”

❝ If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck... ❞ Baby wasn’t one for modesty, at least not when it came to other people. ❝ You have awfully low standards. ❞

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vin-haywood !

“Presumptuous? You asked me a question, I took a shot at it. I thought by telling you that I had no clue what you were going for, you might recognize that I’m not presuming anything, I was taking a guess.”

“I can promise you there’s more to me. There’s more to everybody.”

❝ That’s awful deep of you. All... philosophical about the human race and such. I don’t think it’s necessary, but it’s certainly... interesting. Do you do this, this idea of debating the universe and it’s meaning, with everybody or am I special--- or something. ❞

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willcavendish !

Will could tell she was hesitant to answer the question; although, she always seemed a bit hesitant to answer his questions. Nevertheless, he appreciated her honesty. Most of his acquaintances would have exaggerated how wonderfully or awfully their summers were going, and he found solace in her straightforward reply. “I see someone’s trying to relive their glory years?” Jokingly, he nudged her. “But in all honesty, I miss a bit of it too. I mean, I’m sure I’m going to regret saying this when I have to sit and grade all their term papers but – not much of a distraction, the summer is.” 

The idea of high school being her ‘glory days’ wasn’t one too far from the truth. Things were different then. Those days were... those days were different. ❝ You don’t have to regret it. Just.. make it more fun. Do what you love, or something. ❞ Baby shrugs; the entire reason she was a teacher was because she enjoyed her occupation and she liked being able to help people ----- help teenagers. If you didn’t like it, don’t do it. That was her answer to most things, which of course occasionally caused problems. 

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tessa-fitzgerald !

Watching Baby sip on her coffee, the brunette wished she decided to make herself more, but the last cup she had was her third and that was the limit. “I’m into the supernatural thing.” Tess said to the women, she smiled a little bit “I mean, considering that Practical Magic is my favorite book. I’ve heard of Flowers In The Attic, it’s about family and everything like that right?” She questioned, Tess liked the recommendations the teacher has given her so far. “I’ll have to check The Witches of Eastwick.”, as the wind started to pick up, Tess rocked back and forth some more on her porch swing while trying not to have this conversation just be about books “How’s work goin for ya?” She questioned, and then pushed her hair out of her face that seemed to keep falling. “Are you hungry or anything?” Tess questioned again “Im not the best cook, but I picked a few recipes up from my father that I can easily follow.” She said and smiled 

Baby nodded, understanding that for some, the supernatural was a thing of interest. Personally she’d didn’t believe in it. God, she believed in. Ghosts, goblins and ghouls? That was a longer stretch than her imagination was willing to go. ❝ Flowers in the Attic is... yeah. Family. ❞ If your family was totally fucked up, of course. They were interesting novels but the content between pages was less than desirable. ❝ It’s alright. I think there’s a television show if you’d rather consume that version. ❞ She shrugs, knees close to chest as wind fills her bones. ❝ We haven’t returned yet. But I’m ready. For sure. ❞ There’s not a lot for her to say on the matter ---- she preferred comfortable silence before empty words every single day. The idea of food makes her feel sick almost, forcing the brunette to shake her head at the question. ❝ I’m good, thank you. I.. I’ll take more coffee though? If that’s okay? Warms the bones. ❞ A small smile is offered, though her hands remain tightly wrapped around the ceramic container.

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matildaacarter !

Tilly smiled, she found the whole thing rather humorous she had to admit, though she didn’t find it naughty at all, though the counsellors seemed to have a different opinion. “I raised a good egg,” she smiled, “oh it is hilarious, it’s a ridiculous situation.”

❝ Is she going to get kicked out? ❞ Baby questions; hoping that the camp could simply deal with the situation internally. It was such a shame for a child to miss out on an experience, purely because they’re slightly ahead of their time in comparison to their peers. ❝ If she does, you could always do fake camp. ❞

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graysonreed !

“The point of consuming alcohol is to get drunk so… sure. To be fair, I’m also trying to get myself a little tipsy too. I could use a break from this case I’m working on. Approach it with fresh eyes tomorrow and all. I guess that means good news for you though. I can get drunk enough to be happy, but not drunk enough to fall over. Lucky for me, I’ve got a high tolerance so I’ve still got a couple more rounds before I feel anything.” 

❝ Not necessarily, ❞ Baby disagrees with him; drunkenness was simply a side-affect. ❝ Alcohol can enhance your palate when eating food, it can help to ease tension and such; you don’t have to drink just to get drunk. ❞ The manner in which he talks about himself, egotistical almost, forces the brunette to suppress a roll of her eyes. ❝ I’m five four and about one fifteen soaking wet. I get drunk quick. ❞

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charlottexb !

A chuckle had parted Charlotte’s lips, somewhat surveying the young woman in a cautionary manner. “You got me, i’ve got twelve fingers. Hopefully we can keep my extra phalanges a secret between the two of us. Humans don’t seem too keen on the idea of us aliens being among them.” As soon as the word ‘allergic’ settled in the air between them Charlotte made haste to quickly navigate the large dog away from the young woman. “Pardon me. I really would hate for that lovely face of yours to develop an allergic reaction to this here overtly friendly creature.” Charlie turned slightly to give the dog a pat on the head, before shooing him off towards the co-worker she’d been playing football with so as to give Baby some breathing room. The brunette held a hand out towards the other, “here. Would you like a hand up? I promise I wash them quite regularly if you’re concerned with germs at all.”

Charlotte’s willingness to go along with Baby’s banter is unexpected; it’s not something which she is, by any means, used to. ❝ Yeah.. sure. I’ll keep your secret, if you want me to. ❞ It’s awkward and she’s vaguely uncomfortable by the interaction but pushes through regardless. They’d made it this far after all. A compliment on her facial features is a further surprise, forcing brown eyes to make contact with the ground due to the fact that all the words she spoke were a little unbearable. ❝ It’s fine. He’s fine. Everything’s fine. ❞ Fine was a four-letter word which Baby had gotten far too accustomed to using in conversation, even more so than she ever wished for. A hand is offered leaving brunette locks to shake around shoulders. ❝ I’m good. I can get myself up. Thanks though. ❞ With this she pulls herself up from the ground, dusting off hands onto her thighs in an effort to remove them of any grime that may have been established during the fall. ❝ I like to do things myself. Be indepedent, or whatever. It’s nothing personal. ❞

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vivianrothschild ! 

             “What?” Vivian had no idea what the other was talking about until she remembered her comment regarding the guys that were hitting on her or simply trying to catch her attention by shouting all kind of throwbacks at her; all the usual things in Vivian’s world. “It was meant for… never mind. It doesn’t really matter anymore. The coast is clear.” The blonde explained as she raised her eyes up from her phone. 

In Baby’s eyes, nothing had changed. This coast that the blonde spoke of had permanently been clear in Baby’s mind, though perhaps they were seeing two different things. The subjectivity of perception, or something. ❝ What ---- or who ---- were you hiding from?❞ She questions, curious, though not enough to pursue it if the blonde decided that the answer wasn’t one which she deserved. 

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TEXTS WITH: DAISY🌸

Daisy: It does. It really does. It's something that I need to know, okay?

Daisy: Doesn't matter; he's probably got that hot salt and pepper kind of hair that Peter on The Bachelor does.

Daisy: What are love pebbles?

Baby: You know I've never seen The Bachelor, right? I'll take your word for it though. George Clooney was probably a better example. Love pebbles; pebbles shaped like hearts.

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tatewillow ! 

The small laughs they had shared before were now gone, and now Willow was confused on the weird turn things had taken. She was never good with serious matters, they made her nervous and quite unpleasant. Not to mention things became awkward when her stretched out hand was ignored. Her lips turned into tin line, not sure as what to say next. “ Um, well, my apologies again, I guess.” Was all she could say, for she was still unsure were she was standing anymore.

Rising to her feet, confusion decorates dark features once more as Willow talks. ❝ Why are you apologising? ❞ Baby questions. No offence had been taken at anything the brunette had done; her words were thus redundant to Baby’s ears. ❝ You haven’t offended me, or necessarily done anything to harm. We sat. Now we’re stood. If you’re referring to the hand, that was nothing personal. Germs. ❞ Of course the germs are a lie, but it’d make her feel better and it wasn’t as though the truth was a great reason anyway.

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Let’s get this feminist education really going!

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tatewillow ! 

Willow tilted her head confused, ”No, I, not like that.” She said as her smile dimmed down. “I meant to the pain the falls give me, it doesn’t feel as bad anymore. I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling, is part of who I am now.” Willow looked back at her legs before nodding and standing up, offering the girl a hand to stand up. “Not sure what girl interrupted means, but standing up sure feels better on my legs. Again, sorry for bumping into you, and for you having to sit on the floor for me too.”” 

❝ That’s... actually kind of concerning, ❞ Baby frowns towards her companion; pain was necessary. ❝ Maybe you should see a doctor or something. ❞ Of course, Willow most likely didn’t mean it in the manner which Baby was taking it, but you could never be too sure. Intentions and meaning had a tendency to get muddled at times, but there was safety in questions and clarification. Rather be overly protective than not at all. ❝ I... Girl, Interrupted? Book turned film? Winona Ryder, Angelina Jolie, Whoopie Goldberg? ❞ There’s no hiding her shock; sheer disbelief that she had never even heard of such a classic. ❝ Hey, I don’t mind. The floor is cool. Standing’s for losers. ❞ Baby rejects her hand, not enjoying the feeling of being helpless, though she knew Willow was merely being polite. Standing of her own accord was proof to... someone that she didn’t need help. She was fine. 

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@merewilson89: I think about the Scott Pilgrim movie too much for someone who is 27 and a college graduate.

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