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/  giggles here too

/    mmmm curious 

// Intro + curious? ^^

i  apologize, i am  working  right  now  and  i  am  not  free  to  chat  with  customers.   

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @baristashe        [  ...  ]      I'm  not  here  for  a  drink,  chloe.   [   he  said  casually   ]   i  came  to  see  you.  I  think  we  need  to  talk    —   

@acterror ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺ °  • / / * * sorry for the late reply ! 
            
                   (  the  agent  leaned  back  in  her  chair,  smoke  seeping  out  of  her  lips. a  hand  grabbed  at  the  cigarette  that  had  been  hanging  off  of  her  lips. lorene's  head  rolled  to  look  at  the  other. )  you  certainly  don't  belong  in  a  place  like  this. i  don't  need  to  be  a  cop  to  see  that. (. . . )  you  don't  remember  me,  b͟u͟t͟ ͟ ͟i͟'͟v͟e͟ ͟ ͟s͟e͟e͟n͟ ͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟r͟ ͟ ͟f͟a͟c͟e͟ ͟ ͟o͟n͟c͟e͟ ͟ ͟o͟r͟ ͟ ͟t͟w͟i͟c͟e͟,͟ ͟ ͟'͟l͟o͟v͟e͟'͟.͟

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @strongshields        [  ...  ]      Keep  what  up?  I'm  minding  my  own  business,  love.    [    Adan  responded  casually  before  he  took  a  long  drag  from  his  cigarette,  a  frown  forming  as  he  held  the  smoke  in,  not  exhaling     ]    I'm  just  standing  here.   

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @baristashe        [  ...  ]      /  you  are  away  from  me  /  .  I  live  twenty  minutes  from  here  with  my  girlfriend.  I  doubt  you  even  know  my  address.   —   right.   I  almost  forgot,  you  never  came  to  visit..

it  doesn't  matter, i  will  find  a  house  away  from  you. 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @baristashe        [  ...  ]      you're  /  moving  out  / ??  I  don't  even  live  here.  I  pay  the  rent  for  this  place.  But  at  the  end  of  the  day,   It's  yours. You  know  that...  right? 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @shieldsagent-        [  ...  ]      you  can  follow  me.  I  don't  mind.   [   He  continued  walking  ahead,  shrugging  nonchalantly  before  taking  a  drag  from  his  cigarette.    ]    Don't  you  have  to  work??   —     Or  cook  for  your  boyfriend?  Or  argue  with  him?  

@acterror ,                 (     her feet pressed firmly into the softness of her uniform shoes,    hoping the lack of force back would curb her growing anxiety.    she hardly ever worked late,    not many of her patients had parents that could afford an evening appointment    but this one had — and now she was here,     outside the hospital amidst the melting sunset and before an odd stranger.     )           ha—       yeah,      are—    are   you   sure   you   don’t   need    anything?      ( ... )      you’re   not   exactly   in   the   best   area,      i’d   advise   if   you   dont   need    any   immediate   medical   attention       to   leave.        (     instinctively,     her hands found themselves to the straps of her book-bag.    another squeeze to ensure her anxiety.    **   god she hated late shifts.   **    but it wasn’t as if her whole career was centered around      odd individuals.    she had definitely encountered worse in the ward.     ) 

◝     #ꗃ   ☆     @helpfulmind        [  ...  ]      "   Funny  how  these  late  hours  bring  people  together,  isn't  it?  I  always  thought  emergencies  brought  out  the  most  interesting  stories.   "    His  words  were  light,  almost  playful,  but  there  was  a  certain  weight  beneath  them.  The  woman  didn’t  seem  to  catch  on,  too  focused  on  the  routine  of  the  night  shift.  He  knew  she  wouldn’t   -   she  was  likely  used  to  seeing  all  kinds  of  people,  but  none  of  them  had  the  kind  of  control  he  did.  He  wasn’t  here  to  seek  help,  to  be  treated,  or  even  to  follow  the  usual  emergency  room  protocols.  He  had  other  matters  on  his  mind,  things  that  couldn’t  wait,  and  this  was  the  perfect  opportunity  to  set  something  in  motion.  He  was  here  to  get  a  conversation  going  with  the  right  person,  and  he  knew  how  to  use  every  situation  to  his  advantage.