[ by the time she turns her device back on and sees the latest slew of notifications she knows that some more shit of the misfire variety must have gone down. so anyone who’s within earshot at the moment is going to pick up on a not-too-quietly muttered son of a bitch before she sighs, heavily, and starts tapping out a reply. ]
Sorry, Wayne. Normally I don’t flash my ass like that until the third text exchange at least.
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Sorry, Wayne. Normally I don’t flash my ass like that until the third text exchange at least.