The Halflings

Small grumble.  He must have read the schedule wrong.  “Yeah, sorry.  I’ll just sketch.”  He goes to sit and use natural sunlight to draw.  There’s a small pause that Eshen feels tension in.  “I, uh.  I’m a visual arts major.  You?”

“Hey, mind if I relax here a while...?”

“Hey, uh, I don’t wanna bug you but I wanted to ask if you were using this space, and for how long?

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Hi all! I got a half day today so I’m here for a little bit!  I’ll make a starter call in a bit!

“O-Oh!  Yeah!  I’m Oliver!  You have a really cute name...”

“You look like someone who likes candy!”

“I-I’m sorry but....could you tell me your name?”

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i had a significant other years ago who turned out to be pretty abusive.  This isn’t like “they were kinda mean and made me kinda anxious sometimes”. This was abuse that effects me t this day.  Anyway, they have a very, very popular rp blog with a lot of popular posts.  While I’ve blocked their blog, I can’t block their posts from appearing on my dash through reblogs.  So, if you reblog something from them, I will unfollow you for my own mental health’s sake.  It’s nothing against you and I’d rather not indulge any further details about this situation.  Just please don’t take my unfollowing you personally.

“My brother,” Field corrects.  “He was so insistent on going off on his own and now he has more things than when he left.  So annoying.”

Burp.  Nope.  Not gonna puke.  Eshen will never let me live it down... “Yeah.  I’m okay.  Just never flown before..”