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[looking_sharp]

What it says on the can

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[looking_sharp]

Mom's got four inches on me. Before heels. She played beach volleyball, professionally.

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[ will not ever say out loud: she's probably super hot ]

sporty, tall as hell, laughs shit off, unrepentant shipper. what else?

[looking_sharp]

[Yeah, that's a good way to get a broken jaw.]

Shipper?
She loves daiquiris. Says the new bartender can't make them like I do.
He's been there a decade now.
Ma's a piece of work.]

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yeah, ships like
augh i explained this to you a dozen times. ships like who she likes together. that's called a ship. shippers ship the ships.

[ that isn't even english ]

you do make a pretty fucking good daiquiri though.

[looking_sharp]

Like that anime.
I better. I was a bartender.

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yeah, like the anime ♥

you never told me that, did you? damn. you know that's categorically a super hot profession, right?

[looking_sharp]

You're getting a lot of information today.
No, never did. Didn't see the point.
How is it hot?

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i haven't even traded you any for it. you just feel talkative or something?

it just is. you ever give well-intentioned bartender advice?

[looking_sharp]

It's... important. To who I am.
Never. Didn't care to give advice.
I listened. They talked. They made their own conclusions.

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well, i'm into it. you can keep going.

damn. that's hot, too. i'm picturing it... you when you were younger, so quiet. actually shy, but too imposing for it to show. just letting people unload their shit on you without judgment for once, looking at them with those eyes of yours... could almost convince somebody you really care about their dumb problems. keeping the drinks coming. bet you got crazy tips. also, sleeves rolled up.
super hot, partner.

[looking_sharp]

Ain't giving you it all now.
Was Costa, didn't roll up the sleeves.
Wore a tank-top. Too hot otherwise.

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hottttt. you got really really nice arms.

you wanna trade? i'll tell you what i did. before.

[looking_sharp]

You sure you want to tell me?

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if you wanna know, then yeah

[looking_sharp]

I do, but I don't want you uncomfortable.

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i'm not, it's ok.

before shinra, in junon where i came from, i didn't do anything except wait for handouts from the military caravans. they were good to street kids there. some of the mps would spend their breaks with us, take the whole group to a restaurant and let us order whatever. tell us stories. cool ones about SOLDIER and stuff. i wanted to go to midgar. be like the stories. so when i was eight, i snuck in the back of a truck and hitched a ride.

keep going, or you good?

[looking_sharp]

Perhaps we should do this in person? I'll buy drinks.

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no, that's too much

[looking_sharp]

Just worried about the way texts linger.

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i can't talk about this shit out loud

[looking_sharp]

Understood. It might be better to keep your secrets then. Even if I want to know.

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did you delete the one i sent

[looking_sharp]

Yes, but deleting isn't enough with most systems.

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shouldn't you be more worried about your story than mine?

[looking_sharp]

My story was nothing people can't look up.