ᨳ ₊ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋, jschlatt
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·˚ ༘ ♡ ⊹ ⃗ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, vera granger
is far too stubborn for her own
good and finds h...
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𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡
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THESURPRISING AMOUNT of social contact Vera had with Schlatt within the past thirty hours had greatly whittled away at her pride. The amount of texts and strange pictures they'd exchanged really was worrying and frankly, Vera was terrified at the prospect that she was actually finding him nice to talk to. Having a peace treaty with him certainly did not mean swapping 'awooga humina's with each other at two am. Why was he even bothering to talk to her after he said he didn't care in the slightest? The thought made her gut coil around her waist.
And not to mention that damned handshake ━ what was wrong with her? The way his hand seemed to effortlessly grasp around hers and how her heart was choking in her throat and how her hair was standing on its hind legs ready for... Jesus Christ, she had to have some sort of illness.
Well, nevermind that, the voice in her head chimed dragging her back down to the reality of some street in the middle of New York. By now, the sun had just sunk beyond the array of skyscrapers and she was left in the warm glow of some streetlamp.
"I think I'm gonna be sick..." Wilbur groaned, kicking a can along the pavement. "I mean it you know, I can feel all my breakfast crawling up my throat like its ready to just projectile vomit all over━"
