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The Best Caseworker
Hello! I'm Tracy, and I'll be your caseworker!
(Reverted back to before his mopey self. Sorry for any confusion!)
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you are a buttface get over it, a huge buttface
what?
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?!?! What have I ever done to you?!
why are you such a buttface
B-Bu—?! Excuse you!
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wellchristmasfrogsyall said: Hey how’s it goin 8)
Oh, fine, Miss Blair. And how are you doing?
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ladychraelix said: It’s a tumblr dialect- insults actually meaning that you like someone. /shrugs/
...I'm not following.
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Gently smooches ur cheek u//v//u
Wh— uh… h-hello
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ladychraelix replied to your post: why are you such a buttface
tbh I agree with her but it’s an affectionate sort of buttface calling /paps
How is "buttface" affectionate at all?
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His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. Blush grows on his cheeks, traveling over his nose. "Oh."
Tracy stands awkwardly for a time. His fingers tap away on the desk, passing the time with every click of a nail. After a heavy pause, he breathes and excuses himself. "Gonna go see if they need any help. You'll be fine here, won't you?"
He swiftly passes her seat, exiting the room and starting a brisk walk back down the hallway. His palm finds his temple, fingers rubbing into the skin while he growls, trying to clear his head. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'
He finds the few fairies pushing their way towards him not too far away. In their wake was left puddles of water. The level of the tank had dropped quite a bit, and Tracy groaned. But it's not long until the tank is pushed into the little office, and the fae regards Fintana warmly, inviting her back in.
Her head snaps back up to the lanky fae the moment he utters ‘Up’. She wears a weak smile as her cheeks heated up lightly. Eyeing him, she becomes more distracted with his little actions rather than what he was asking.
She began with a shaky breathe “Well, in some terms yes… our sexual reproduction is alot faster than yours, and almost any known creature too, which results in more offspring, more naiads. Our population grows fast, it probably be must be why, or something similar.”.
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why are you such a buttface
B-Bu--?! Excuse you!
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"Alright." He sighs, setting the phone back. "I've got some folks managing that, they should bring that right..." He trails off when he looks at her again, his gaze going from her face, to the floor. From her leg, dripping down the side of her chair, there was a long, gooey string of something blue-green, a heavy glob weighing it down towards the floor. Tracy grimaced, catching a choked sound in his throat. "Up."
He shook his head, trying not to mind her current state, and picked up the manilla folder. "Fintana." He says her name, flipping through the out-of-order papers. "It seems I have been charged with relocating you, due to excessive mortal meddling from your previous environment, causing your habitats magic to dwindle." Tracy fiddles oddly with his glasses. "The problem is... as I've stated before... I haven't a clue where to begin." Folder still in hand, he lets the weight of it fall to his desk. "Was your swamp so packed that the Green Board had no choice but to send you to a human-fairy caseworker?"
"Of course…". Too which she replies, taking note of Tracy’s concern.
She takes a seat on his client’s chair, which was opposite his desk, and a rather neat one at that which was rather surprising considering his current behaviour.
Whilst waiting, her mucus layer grew thicker, making her cheeks blush in embarrassment but her body was unable to move. She was frozen in fear and the only thing she could cast her eyes at is the floor.
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"It's fine. You don't have to apologize." He mumbles.
He leads her down an off-white hallway, passing a number of doors before he abruptly stops at one and swings it open. "Here."
Once inside, Tracy moves to sit at his desk, only to find the papers he dropped earlier-- still scattered, and scoops them quickly into a mess on his desk top. With a huff and a sigh, he reaches for the phone and dials downstairs. "You can, um," He pauses, swallows, looks her up and down. "Sit anywhere you like. I'll be right with you."
She grows a little weary of Tracy’s wandering hand, constantly waiting for it’s mind to be made up. She refuses his offer “No, it’s quite alright thank you, I can cope for a little while longer.”.
She observes her soft yet slimy skin, covered in a thin sheet of mucus “Apologies about my layer, it tends to build instantly the moment I leave water behind. I am actually a lot more softer to touch in water, the mucus is pretty much absent.”.
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dear tracy: im cold. pls bring me 8957493857493 blankets. love blair ;3;
You seriously want me to just pop over to your house and give you blankets?
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