Stuck in a llucid dream
Daylight's not for me
That's why I'm nocturnal
|| RP || Writer is 25+||
It's light that I'm running from
Can't fly too close to the sun
That's why I'm nocturnal
"Have fun with your date."
"Exactly. Not even mentioning the danger, the mess of family... it's too complicated."
Once more, a little smile.
“It’s complicated. And given the work /I/ do, it’s hard. If I find anyone, they would have to understand not only me but /this/.”
"My life doesn't really leave a lot of space for such a thing, besides it's complicated..."
"Exactly. Not even mentioning the danger, the mess of family... it's too complicated."
He just needs it to plant a seed of doubt.
"My life doesn't really leave a lot of space for such a thing, besides it's complicated..."
That person would have to trust him and vice versa. It’s a lot.
“Nothing wrong with wanting to be single, though.”
"Not all romance has to be hopeless, no."
"My life doesn't really leave a lot of space for such a thing, besides it's complicated..."
“I am simply saying that perhaps he is not what he seems.”
She'll choose to ignore his comment about her friend supposedly wanting to be her 'date'
She'll choose to ignore his comment about her friend supposedly wanting to be her 'date'
The racing of it that is.
She'll choose to ignore his comment about her friend supposedly wanting to be her 'date'
"Not all romance has to be hopeless, no."
He takes a drink then, too.
“What not? Not all romance has to be hopeless.”
"No, no it's fine. Just don't get it, I guess."
"Not all romance has to be hopeless, no."
Vet as in check the background.
Vet as in get rabies shots.
Either works.
"No, no it's fine. Just don't get it, I guess."
Okay, that was too loud.
“No. I mean, not anymore. But a romantic? Definitely.”
He laughs.
“Sorry if that disappoints you that I’m not a cynic.”
"Or secretly dating someone?"
"No, no it's fine. Just don't get it, I guess."
Daniel would find it very interesting.
"Or secretly dating someone?"
“I . . . umm . . . don’t mind Valentine’s Day.”
Raising her glass to his.
"To being single."
"Or secretly dating someone?"
Raising her glass to his.
"To being single."
“That is kind of you. Umm . . . second on me? If we stay that long.”
He hopes they do — and really wants this to be . . . good.
She motions him along. It's just around the corner, she holds the door open for him before she follows him in. Sitting down at the bar.
"First one's on me, Russell."
Raising her glass to his.
"To being single."
She motions him along. It's just around the corner, she holds the door open for him before she follows him in. Sitting down at the bar.
"First one's on me, Russell."
“I would like that.”
Simple. Straightforward.
“Do you have a place in mind?”
She motions him along. It's just around the corner, she holds the door open for him before she follows him in. Sitting down at the bar.
"First one's on me, Russell."
“No . . . no, I don’t.”
Ooh! Maybe /Daniel/ could eat a bunch of chocolate and then, like, let him drink from him until he passes out?