clears throat,,, aHEM MA'AM

// Bless this child.

I could’ve done this experiment at home behind closed doors, but when The Alchemists wanted results, I made results. Leaning on the ‘65 Corvette in cherry red, I asked what appeared to be thin air. “What are you looking at?”

“Who wants a drink? Triple shot of espresso?”

“I thought I’d seen the last of @bondedmartyr.”

Look who’s home...

I kept looking at him in silence before a sudden fit of laughter burst out of my mouth. It was to hide the bubbling feeling of enthusiasm taking over. “How much “nerding” out are we talking?”

That look didn’t bother me for a second. I knew him well enough to know that he was sucking in every detail. It was the reason my arms crossed protectively. “Long night?” I quipped.

//I need your layout skills.

//Seeing her always makes me want to use Eliza

//Y’all. Send help. I want another character.

//Phone one 1% and finishing a movie. Hold please.

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I know I’m so terrifying.

And the silence was deafening.