DeadGirlWalking:Am I offended? I think I’m offended.
DeadGirlWalking:Nope, it was just indigestion.
SleepingBeast:Just review the list, go find the things. Make the post when you’ve got everything. Don’t post the picture until you have.
DeadGirlWalking:Should I take the picture in my bedroom, or my kitchen? Will you be examining it for clues to where I live?
SleepingBeast:I already know where you live, Bridget.
DeadGirlWalking:Stop. You’ll make me come.
SleepingBeast:Nah. That’s later.
DeadGirlWalking:OMG are you flirting with me?
SleepingBeast:Do you want me to?
DeadGirlWalking:God yes.
SleepingBeast:That’s what she said.
DeadGirlWalking:*Bah dum TISSSSSS*
[DeadGirlWalking is typing…]
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I yanked my hands off the keyboard and sat back in my rickety desk chair, raking my fingers through my hair.
What the hell was I doing?Flirting?I couldn’t flirt with a mark.
I dropped my face into my hands and breathed for a while. This woman was trouble.
No, she wasdisaster.
But I didn’t even bother trying to tell myself that I needed to stop and block her. I knew I wouldn’t do it. I’d had every reason to after that shitshow yesterday, and I was still here. I was in. And so was she. I could feel it.
I might be a monster, but I was an honest one. Even with myself. If I was going to do this, I was going to enjoy it. Enjoyher.
But no more flirting.
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SleepingBeast:I have to go.
DeadGirlWalking:Wait! I was playing! I have actual questions. I don’t want to get this wrong. I don’t want you to stop.
SleepingBeast:Just get what’s on the list and we’ll be golden.
DeadGirlWalking:But is there anything illegal there, or anything that I need to like, get permission, or a prescription, or something?
SleepingBeast:no.
DeadGirlWalking:Can I ask you questions if I don’t know what something is, or can’t find it?
SleepingBeast:You can try. The internet is free. But you’re a smart girl. You won’t need to.
DeadGirlWalking:So, as long as I get everything exactly as its described, we’re moving ahead?