[ It's not as if she can blame Dorian. Given the fact that she's heard a little from Bull and a little from Cyril she can only begin to imagine the complicated situation emerging. It's as messy and unsure as her own love life, but at least they all know each other. Just thinking about seeing Justice, face blank and visage so different from the man she had fallen in love with...
She's trying not to think about it, entirely focussed on Dorian and his hands and the softness of his palm. ]
Maybe we should organise a best friend dinner night. Just us and a bottle of wine and some good food.
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She's trying not to think about it, entirely focussed on Dorian and his hands and the softness of his palm. ]
Maybe we should organise a best friend dinner night. Just us and a bottle of wine and some good food.
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[ He hums in thought, patting the side of his bed. ]
If I'm not mistaken, there is still half a bottle of some sort of red under the bed.
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[ Not even Justice could pull her away, but he doesn't seem in a fit state for it now anyway. ]
Do you have glasses or will we share?
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How about tomorrow evening? I don't believe I've anything planned.
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[ Her eyes flick up, grinning at him for a moment. ]
Tomorrow sounds perfect.
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[ Which he doubts very much, considering their positions. ]
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I'd cuddle you even if I was cross.
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[ There's a whoooole lot of past-tense there. ]
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What do you mean? Tell me more?
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It was nice.
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