#re: this dialogue its liberating to write a muse that isnt so fucking reticent and crabby LMAO (sorry mutt)

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"damn!" she exclaims, acting like the wind was struck from her. "you're strict. yes, nicky's beautiful, yes, he's the most beautiful man we've ehhhh-ver seen—" she then does her best impression of charlie brown's teacher (a muffled "wah, wah, wah, wah...") as her eyes lazily roll into the back of her head. "but, like. he doesn't have a single! grey hair. he doesn't have any wrinkles, or age spots, or old man hands. that's what makes dilfs hot."

she's shameless. "and milfs."

she needn't insinuate. by now, it's likely she's heard whether she considers it her business or not -- yusuf's hardly known to be stingy, nor particularly private, in expressing his affections. works to everyone's benefit, he'd argue.

                   of course she makes him laugh, but that's easy. the real challenge lies in getting yusuf to drop the subject now. ❝ but why? nicky's beautiful. ❞ he strikes a strange balance between child-like curiosity and not-quite-faux offended. ❝ you're not explaining this properly. ❞