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As to age, I wouldn't want to be 18 again. My idea 'forever' age would be 40. By that time I knew who I was and was comfortable in my own body!

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#r-ccmain@soi -- oasis view -- main street view -- with Rip Masterson & Elarra

Main House
"Baby I'm on two little screens acting my heart out every time you trynna hit," Holly affected a dangerous fang of a grin and performed that split-finger gesture towards your eyes, fully expecting you to do as she would and throw something at her.

Bantering with you in an effort to lighten the mood, as she could feel you laying it on and attempting to salve her bruised ego, to say it doesn't bother her at all, lobbying towards that unconvincing paradigm.

"Nah nah nah I hear acting is, like, seriously an assload of work. Like beneath all that glamour there's like never being home, having a steady home to begin with…" for a girl who refused to spend any of her money actually getting her own place and instead crashing here, at yours/the-label's, she certainly seemed to make it sound like that was important to her.

Being constantly under a microscope, scrutinizing every little thing about her, amplifying even the slightest thing that could possibly be perceived as a fault? Shit, that was everyday, straight quotidian for her. Self-imposed, narcissistic and neurotic.

…damn, she needs to see Lilly again and soon.

Holly pivoted, turned one way then another as she felt your voice nibbling into her eardrums in ASMR.

"…yeah well he looks like he was generated by AI trained on horny women — chill" she immediately interrupted herself after she fired off that description full-send… "He's got a girlfriend, that Melodie-minus-M, and she's fuckin' hot, so…"

Jostled, absorbing your attempts to continue comforting her existential whatever. She offered herself a shrug — she didn't count making modifications to existing dresses, instead focusing on what she knew she was good at… "Look one of these days I'm gonna overlap haute couture with them ripaway pants from the NBA…"

A red-nailed pinky finger jut towards the television as she got up to go forage for chemicals. "Yeah, I'm thinking I'm gonna hit a dab and get lazy tonight like the slob I am…"

Said as she started to disassemble the halter top of her dress, picking up the vaporizer on her way back to their room and carrying those McQueens by their heels to go escort them into her shoe closet.

"Mmmm, man, where's Dax been lately? I keep seeing boxes addressed for her and I'm kinda scared of whatever project she on, nahmean? Is she building an army or doing some kinda witchcraft or summin?"

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Main Street
Elarra noticed the deepening of Rip's smile and the genuine touch of sadness in his eyes as he listened to her story. The mixture of emotions in his response touched her, making her feel more at ease despite the delicate nature of their conversation.

"Thank you," she replied softly, her voice hinting the melancholy that lingered in her heart. "It’s been a challenge, but I manage. I do live nearby, though not many know exactly where. I appreciate your kind words."

As he mentioned his two close friends, Elarra's mind drifted to the many times she had observed them by the river swing. She recalled their names—Zebediah and Ace—who often accompanied Rip on their adventures. She remembered vividly the day Rip had taken that fall, breaking his arm so badly. The memory brought a blush to her cheeks when he stepped closer and lowered his voice.

"Yes, I have seen many come and go over the years," she continued, trying to steer the conversation smoothly. "It’s always interesting to see who stays and who moves on."

Rip's explanation of homesickness and missing his two close friends resonated with her. The idea of roots and connection was something she understood deeply, even if her circumstances were different.

When he stepped closer, lowering his voice to introduce himself, she felt a flutter of nerves. "Elarra," she replied with a gentle smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rip Masterson. And yes, I already knew your name."

She hesitated slightly, then asked, "Your arm... did it heal well? I remember when you took that fall from the height of the river swing and broke it so badly."

The night air around them felt a bit cooler as the conversation continued.

"Do you remember that area by the River Swing? Have you seen it lately? Not many people go there anymore. I bet you don't even remember it. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone does."

Oh, there was a challenge. With a nod from Rip, they began to walk together, leaving the main street behind as they made their way to the river's edge by the old river swing, where they could converse without interruptions.

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Main Street
Well now you understand real good and his smile deepened, he could not help but to note the mixture of emotions in that twinkle

"That is very true sometimes it is."

He listened closely when you answered his question he could not help but find that melodic tone of your voice to be quiet nice.

There was a genuine touch of sadness in his eyes hearing you have been alone for so long no one deserves that

"I am truly sorry to hear that about your mother ma'am, and the disappearance of your father as well. You live nearby you say hummm....Sorry to hear you have been alone for so long no one should be left like that. I see well that is nice."

He is running through his head all the homesteads and ranches nearby that you might be from, but he can not fit you to any of them.

You might have caught yourself before you finished that last word, but he did catch that. You remember when he left well now you have know about him before he ever knew about you...and the plot thickens.

A little mischievous smirk fell upon his lips

"Oh now of course you meant that I am sure over the years you have seen a lot of people coming and going."

But can remember mine from five years ago oh yeah to say you have caught his interest would be putting it lightly

"I guess maybe you could say I got homesick, none of the places I found myself in I wanted to put roots down in, so home I came. That and I missed my two buddies well they are like brothers to me."

He stepped a little closer to you his voice lowering

"Where are my manners names Rip Masterson but you might have already known that."

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