[Smile. Crooked, but trying.]
[ Hiding her blush and open jaw behind a hand, along with a giddy smile. ]
I mean, maybe a / little /, yeah.
[RIZZ LEVEL: ♾️.]
[Smile. Crooked, but trying.]
[RIZZ LEVEL: ♾️.]
they need a new window, now. and warren is being peeled off the sidewalk.
[RIZZ LEVEL: ♾️.]
'Sure, sounds good. Let's go.'
[Reaching into Maxine's personal space to hold her hand. A lil crooked grin.]
They have milkshakes, too.
Compromise smoothies and ice cream? [ Snrk. ]
[Nods Gretchen with a few loose signs with her hands. Gretchen googles the greasiest food in NYC...]
'Hmm... all of our options are pre-tty greasy. . .'
'Sure, sounds good. Let's go.'
[Reaching into Maxine's personal space to hold her hand. A lil crooked grin.]
[Nods Gretchen with a few loose signs with her hands. Gretchen googles the greasiest food in NYC...]
'Hmm... all of our options are pre-tty greasy. . .'
Sounds good to me. We could always go to some park after, days nice enough for it . . ( 💭 )
[Snickering, Gretchen hums.]
'Maybe I can hand you the money and you can go in and order? That way we don't have to stop by my place...'
[Cringes.]
[Nods Gretchen with a few loose signs with her hands. Gretchen googles the greasiest food in NYC...]
'Hmm... all of our options are pre-tty greasy. . .'
[Snickering, Gretchen hums.]
'Maybe I can hand you the money and you can go in and order? That way we don't have to stop by my place...'
[Cringes.]
Sorry, not laughing at you, not laughing at you – . Your dad seriously bought that?
I mean, hey, it's cool, but I don't think they'd allow REAL swords anywhere near, right?
[Girl--]
'Who knows what creeps need to be cut up 'round here, too.'
[Snickering, Gretchen hums.]
'Maybe I can hand you the money and you can go in and order? That way we don't have to stop by my place...'
[Cringes.]
[Girl--]
'Who knows what creeps need to be cut up 'round here, too.'
[Yes, she'd like that.]
'I might have to drop off my sword though. . . can't exactly walk into places with weapons.'
[Girl--]
'Who knows what creeps need to be cut up 'round here, too.'
[Yes, she'd like that.]
'I might have to drop off my sword though. . . can't exactly walk into places with weapons.'
. . wanna go get the greasiest fast food we can find and follow it up with some way too sugary ice cream?
[A shrug, rolling her neck for a second.]
'Kinda sick of smoothies and shakes, on account of dad wanting me to follow in his footsteps. You get sick of protein sometimes.'
[Yes, she'd like that.]
'I might have to drop off my sword though. . . can't exactly walk into places with weapons.'
[A shrug, rolling her neck for a second.]
'Kinda sick of smoothies and shakes, on account of dad wanting me to follow in his footsteps. You get sick of protein sometimes.'
Personally? I prefer smoothies. Healthier and can hold waaaaay more citrus flavors.
[A wheeze and a snort from Gretchen, who-- has a real sword on her back? Yeah, okay.]
'I could go for ice cream right now. Yogurt's like ice cream but worse.'
[A shrug, rolling her neck for a second.]
'Kinda sick of smoothies and shakes, on account of dad wanting me to follow in his footsteps. You get sick of protein sometimes.'
[A wheeze and a snort from Gretchen, who-- has a real sword on her back? Yeah, okay.]
'I could go for ice cream right now. Yogurt's like ice cream but worse.'
Who thinks of that?
[A wheeze and a snort from Gretchen, who-- has a real sword on her back? Yeah, okay.]
'I could go for ice cream right now. Yogurt's like ice cream but worse.'
sure man might as well happen today
𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!
𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!
'Cool. Follow me. I'm Gretchen, by the way. What's your name?'
[Turning on her big clunky gothic boot heels, she starts leading.]
Excited gasp! ]
Ooooh, how could I, like, ever say no! I've never had a welcome wagon . . ( 💭 )
[Gretchen, you need to chill.]
'Cool. Follow me. I'm Gretchen, by the way. What's your name?'
[Turning on her big clunky gothic boot heels, she starts leading.]
[Gretchen, you need to chill.]
Y'know, like, I actually am ~ ! I've neeever been out here ~ !
[Gretchen, you need to chill.]
[DEAF GIRL RIZZ.]
[DEAF GIRL RIZZ.]
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴,
𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙
𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣!
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴,
𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙
𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣!
'We gotta convince our folks to change to a different museum. I know the downtown museum of art like the back of my hand. Plus the museum in mind is having a POST MORTEM event. Meaning that the pieces are worth WAY more than living artists' work. That way I can get US out of there easy.'
I'm gonna guess you miiight have something in mind?
'If police or the tortugas show up... We can just pin it on our pops' and your stepdad and escape Scot free.'
[Oh, she seems so confident about that? What is on her mind?]
'We gotta convince our folks to change to a different museum. I know the downtown museum of art like the back of my hand. Plus the museum in mind is having a POST MORTEM event. Meaning that the pieces are worth WAY more than living artists' work. That way I can get US out of there easy.'
'If police or the tortugas show up... We can just pin it on our pops' and your stepdad and escape Scot free.'
[Oh, she seems so confident about that? What is on her mind?]
Dude, how do you think I feel being stuck with them myself?
. . actually, a team up with you doesn't sound too bad. Maybe it'd get our dads off our backs . . ( 💭 )
'If police or the tortugas show up... We can just pin it on our pops' and your stepdad and escape Scot free.'
[Oh, she seems so confident about that? What is on her mind?]
Been bugging me about it since / Monday /. At this point, even / Warren / is asking.