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[sophielicious]

/Never repeat that outloud, please/

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My lips are sealed.

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/They better be.

And I'm totally not telling you that the Five-in-One's birthday was chosen to match our favorite actor from my favorite romdrama. No one told you anything./

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Romdrama?

( Please, Sophie. He doesn’t understand. )

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/Not helping you there./

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Gee, thanks.

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/You're very welcome./

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I’ll be sure to keep an eye on him.

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/As you've said.

This kinda feels like a I don't want to hang up the phone type situation, but I kinda ran out of shit to say./

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Gonna miss me?

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/I might. What do you think?/

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I think I can squeeze in one more goodbye before saddling up.

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/Aha, you wanna kiss meeeeee./

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You don't want me to?

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/Much to the contrary./

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Guess I should then, huh?

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/Actually, you must./

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Where you thinking for this?

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/I'm not picky./

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In person or like this?

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/It's up to you. I'm at the Kwik Trip, getting stuff to bring home./

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( He leaves if at that and makes his way to where she is. Doesn’t take too long for him since he can fly and all with being the telepath/telekinetic combo, so. It’s no more than a couple minutes before he’s tapping down outside the kwik trip, dressed in a leather jacket this time, white t-shirt underneath. Hands sliding into his jean pockets, he looks around the old fashioned way for her - without his mind - and, when he spots her, he smiles as he heads his way over. Dumb little smile on his face. )

Snack run for the day?

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(She's still dressed the same way, she just hasn't gone home from her little training session with Scott. Who the fuck trains a boy with lasers with those heels? Sophie Cuckoo.

Her eyes sparkle a little bit, an index finger moving to trace the smile as she mirrors it.)

Someone has to keep that pantry stocked.

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( Arm gentle in the way it wraps around her back, eyebrows raise then as he looks a little thoughtful. )

Was that… part of what we’re supposed to do there?

( Should he pick things up to take back, too? Even if he’s heading out with Scott soon. )

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I mean, I am. Food is not just going to magically appear, and I can't cook, so I gotta fend here.

(No complaints there, feel free to hold her in public, it's not forbidden.

But as for the cooking, last time, she almost burned their entire kitchen. She's trying to be mindful.)