LETS MAKE A [[D3al]] KID!

Had he been any louder the poor woman would’ve died . Her SOUL was practically racing by the time she sat up , thumping against her ribcage and even more seeing him standing there . While it’s not the first time she’s been startled like that , it’s embarrassing how many feathers were lost by his shrill greeting .  ❝ Fils de SPAMJO !?  You scared the shit outta m── ❞   Her gaze falls to the golden weeds , softening as his reason for coming on short notice was more… apologetic . She didn’t regret kissing him , honestly what’s there to be ashamed about ? Other than possibly causing his systems to reboot but that was normal .  Still, the gift is accepted .  ❝ N-Nicer ? What’s wrong with these th-they’re just─ You didn’t have to do this . ❞   Too late , it’s already happened . She’s just at a loss on how to handle this . Why was he apologizing ? Did he HAVE to apologize for letting her do that ?? What is going on ?? 

❝  A date ?  ❞   The words came out before she had time to process them . While it did come as a shock it was even more bewildering that someone of his stature , who kept himself at a distance would even dream of being somewhere in close range . Sure , Lighteners had a reputation here , but in the time she’d gotten to know Spamjo , he always struck her as someone who DIDN’T enjoy social interactions . Unless it had to do with money .  That was the typical stand point for most sales people .  But , what could go wrong ?  ❝ S-Sure ! I mean── Yeah I’d── givemeasecond ! ❞   SLAM ! The ivory shudders , remaining feathers gathering at his feet . While noise could still be heard on the other side Eileen tries to remain calm in the moment , experiencing one of those “be ready in ten minutes” situations . Changing her top , tossing whatever she intended to bring to work that day ; and speed dialing the Addison expecting her across town . All in such a short span of time .  Hopefully he didn’t take it personal , because she does eventually open the door again . This time appearing much more formal sporting a leopard print vest over her tank top .  ❝ Sorry about that . I , had to call my boss … a-anyways . Yeah !  ❞  

Had he been any louder the poor woman would’ve died . Her SOUL was practically racing by the time she sat up , thumping against her ribcage and even more seeing him standing there . While it’s not the first time she’s been startled like that , it’s embarrassing how many feathers were lost by his shrill greeting .  ❝ Fils de SPAMJO !?  You scared the shit outta m── ❞   Her gaze falls to the golden weeds , softening as his reason for coming on short notice was more… apologetic . She didn’t regret kissing him , honestly what’s there to be ashamed about ? Other than possibly causing his systems to reboot but that was normal .  Still, the gift is accepted .  ❝ N-Nicer ? What’s wrong with these th-they’re just─ You didn’t have to do this . ❞   Too late , it’s already happened . She’s just at a loss on how to handle this . Why was he apologizing ? Did he HAVE to apologize for letting her do that ?? What is going on ?? 

Hey sorry about your boyfriend. Yeah he turned into a disc and got inserted into a robot. Yeah with the angel wings and puppet strings. Yeah we had to cut the strings to free him but in attempting to escape the confines of his existence and reach Heaven he flew too close to the metaphorical sun and met his fate. Yeah he’s a pair of glasses now, sorry.

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