17th Genesis

…𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗.

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: “Thunder”

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: Whatever, I guess. I don’t really mind what you assume. For what it’s worth, I have two Y chromosomes.

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 20-something

𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆: Melbourne, Victoria

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: [see below]; wordplay, innuendo, flirting, tactility, enthusiasm, neurodivergence, honesty, straightforwardness; darkness, night walks, nostalgia, thunderstorms, petrichor / eucalypts after heavy rain; trivia quizzes, D&D, Scrabble, cryptic crosswords, my dogs.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: the colour blue, bad smells, typos, forced mingling, parallel parking, Collingwood, receiving favours you could never possibly return, the sound of ripping tissue paper.

𝘞𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘪𝘳𝘉𝘯𝘉 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥/𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴.

You mean to say you want more of this 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑜?

…this 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷?

…this 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉?

…this 🄰🄼🄰🄻🄶🄰🄼 ​ 🄾🄵 ​ 🄰🅄🅃🄸🅂🄼 ​ 🄰🄽🄳 ​ 🄰🄽🅇🄸🄴🅃🅈?!

You saw 🅐🅛🅛 ​ 🅞🅕 ​ 🅣🅗🅘🅢 and wanted more‽‽‽

I’m honoured, but also confused. Like, I’m flattered, but flabbergasted. Flattergasted?

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘐 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙

𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆

𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏; 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝓼𝓴𝓾𝓵𝓵-𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛… 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝚃𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞…