lets see who may show up.
watching Stanley cup

Sacrificial

Screw

Ceremonial

"I think it's beautiful. Artistic, if you will. It's authenticity in a world where we're always so aware of ourselves and our presentation, pushed to curate at all times…" she offered initially, as a sort of explanation.

"…I'm sorry. It wasn't… like that's kinda the epistemological conundrum of capturing authenticity — you can't do it with informed consent… but I'm not gonna share it or anything," she pivoted away from some… confrontational attempt to make you accountable for your own posturing, to make you explain it to her like she's entitled to know.

Instead, she set her fork down and pushed the plate aside, like what scraps remained of her food presented a threat of creating a barrier between them.

"Well do you want to talk about it?" she wanted to inquire deeper, to add 'It's not just the premier, is it?' but that felt too confrontational, like to indicate she's trying to read into things or pierce your boundaries.

…which she did endeavor to open you up, to be certain, but to do so aggressively seemed ill-advised.

TET

Touch Each Tittie

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looks like I missed people

Behave krysta! laughing

lol
If you say so

Ricking you back and forth

I did not get the last one and while I know the songs I don't always know the artists.

S

Slurp

Laughs hysterically.

"There's nothing you can do about it, love. You're gonna complain to me sometime. And I'm gonna have to mention the Whambulance. It is inevitable. Like Agent Smith in The Matrix movies."

Smirks.

Ok, I will remember not to complain to much around you ~S~

hand flying to the brooch at the base of a high throated collar... She must be immediately enrolled in Belle's Finishing School for Young Ladies.

cory{BI} I like your concept of church.

"My mom and I weren't very close. She was very quiet and reserved. It felt a lot of the time like the only time she really spoke up was to complain about something. My brother is the same way sometimes. He'll start complaining, and I just feel like calling Nine Whine Whine on him for the Whambulance."

Giggles.

"My best friend, Sam, hates the Whambulance. He knows if he starts even getting close to complaining about anything, I'm gonna mention a certain number that I feel the need to call for a certain vehicle."

Ok, not my business, if you were happy with it no worries

A flash of a grin, nodding agreement - until you add your disclaimer, which actually earns a full out laugh. "Okay, yes, food can cure anything that doesn't require actual medical intervention. See: Disclaimer."

For all that the fries are cold, he is picking at them, much like you are your chicken. His burger is long gone, and somehow, the fries remain a temptation.

If you were monitoring it, he'd missed it. There's the peripheral awareness of his own behaviour - the way he's always a little more at ease when the guys are gone. It's nothing new, though, not to him. But no, you're not delusional - now that it's just them, he's not putting active effort into being... himself, he guesses?

"Okay..." the pseudo-warning he is about to be upset, or maybe upset, is enough for some of the tension returning to his frame. Bracing himself. The phone eyed a touch warily, where it sits ominously.

It doesn't really prepare him for the picture of himself. He can't even be 100% sure when it was taken, because there have been a number of moments like the one you've captured. In an unconscious echo of it, he shrinks a little into himself, the faintest curl of shoulders inward.

He's aware your eyes are on him, but his stay on the phone, brow furrowed. It's not upset, but he is unsettled. A vulnerability.

"I..." the sentence starts, then trails off, at a loss. "Yeah, I guess it does." Finally, his eyes do return to you. "I've been... stressed." The single word does not remotely encompass how he's been.

I was devastated when I lost my dad

"You obviously don't understand how the Irish mind works."

Laughs insanely.

"He's half Italian, half Irish. He handles things a certain way. I think he knew it would make me feel better."

Nods and smiles.

"He's a good dad."