01-23-2023, 01:09 AM
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Doxy
Join Date: May 2003 Location: Blue (EST)
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
There was a moment that Rafa silently took to congratulate himself on doing a good job in avoiding the actual topic. “Walking is an excellent form of exercise.” He himself preferred jogging but walking was just as beneficial. His face completely disappeared behind the Prophet once more. That should put an end to the conversation, right?
Wrong.
Rafa came face to face with not just the guy’s eyes this time but most of him as the stranger was now facing him fully. “It is too much,’’ Rafa responded, completely bemused. “You’re awfully persistent.” He withdrew his earlier hearty congratulations as the paper was folded up. This fella was far more interesting than it and Rafa was quite enjoying toying with him. “Floo Powder will be back in circulation on Saturday. Looks like you wouldn't need to walk as much.”
Would he fall for it?
"They don't call me Dash for nothing," Welp, here was a name drop. It was apparent this gentleman didn't want to look at Dash much longer... or did he? What he said next already contradicted his first excuse. An obvious ploy to toy with him. Usually, Dash did the toying with others but here he was on the receiving end. But it was fine, it made him kick back in the chair to take another bite of his pizza as he smirked, "Hmm, sounds like you're hiding a very personal problem," Looking thoughtfully, expecting to see his face again.
Boom. He did manage to get him to set that paper away if only momentarily. His trouble was nearly away. "Okay, you know what, it's not my problem," He decided, seemingly about to collect his pizza and go... except, "But you look decent enough, so how's about I get you a drink and we can not talk about that problem of yours?" He could stare at this face again and the stranger... gets a free drink. Okay, maybe not a fair trade, but it was negotiable. But what could they talk about then? "You could share me your workout routine since we're clearly gunning for a similar built," Nice deltoids for one. Now, where was this conversation going?
Last edited by Charely Potter; 01-23-2023 at 01:19 AM.
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