Billie Lets, Where the Heart Is
Send ✆ for a morning text
Send ♔ for an angry text
Send ♠ for a drunk text
Send ☏ for a vague text
Send ⁇ for a worried text
Send ♣ for a text not meant for you
Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
Send ✺for a saucy text
Send √ for a long winded confessing text
Send ☠ for misguided advice
Send ☢ for a desperate text
Send ☼ for a congratulatory text
Turning on her heel, she entered inside a cafe and asked for two cups of water. It didn’t take her too long to return, handing one over to the other. “Not a problem.”
Prompted by mere appearance, slender digits curled around the mass of the cup before ascending it to her lips-- inhaling the drink with a full swig. The hopes of stirring any kind of consciousness drove her and shortly after, her glance landed on the woman. “Got a name?”
"Would you like some water? I’m about to get some for myself."
“Ah, sure. --Thanks.”
"So…. tired….”
“Tell me about it.”
“Damn-- is it always this boring?”
Blinking, the man raised an eyebrow in response. "No, you can’t." He paused a second before raising an eyebrow, "I don’t recall allowing soldiers to take ‘naps’ during theory."
”Did you think I wouldn’t notice or some shit? Speaking of shit, you can go and clean the toilets this evening for your little stunt.”
Neat freaks, how 'bout that?
Of course, to disengage from such pleasantries, as this would be completely normal for no other than him-- she decided against controversy in favor of higher status and dignity. Limp extremities dropped within time to reveal a gaze acquiescent that of his own before stretching out. It did not take her long to respond, prompted by further discourse that she did not care for; she believed it to be wise for her to act without say. A flick of barbed digits from the forehead in an understanding manner soon came into play and she then staggered awaken limbs to make her way past the older male.
“—Corporal.”
