Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now
There was a very brief and slight relief when Garret had seemed to concede to leaving the bathroom so she could go about her lady things. It was however promptly replaced with an intense burning and heavy feeling of guilt starting from the bottom of her heart and sinking all the way down to the pit of her stomach. "I-I-guess," she stammered in a weak voice, the corner of her lips drooping.
Even her hectic foot work had slowed down pitifully. Not that she still didn't need to go! Her bladder was insistent after all that she freed it from its pressure at once. Varius too was upset with her and the corner of her lips droop even more.
Guilty, tired, and STILL needing to go, Daphne Hopton instead became highly irritated. "Oh, please! Just...we'll deal with this after you have let me--" She didn't finish her rage rant.
Snog. Garret? In the same sentence? Varius Tipps couldn't possibly mean--no, he was terrible at the English language. Right? Oh, no he wasn't! Insane perhaps but at least he knew the language. He meant what he meant. Turning the color of a pickled beet, Daphne squeaked loudly, nearly tripping with the toilet bowl. "That is an unreasonable request, Varius Tipps! I cannot and will not just snog Garret because you ask me to!"
It wasn't how things worked! Plus, it was Garret Crocker! It made her feel...feel...
Well, she wasn't entirely sure what this tightening feeling meant except she could only identify it on occasion with Plymouth Morgan. That was confusing.
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