confused dreams that mix past human life with new existence here

did he work all your holes?

*grins wickedly as I reach you*

or did he just get you to do farm work?

settles

oh the man who owns the next farm over asked me to help him out yesterday and it went late into the night...he worked me pretty hard

giggles

Inside
"It's just a part of the star chart that divide aspects of yourself, so like as different events occur over time, they occur on an area of the sky associated with a given sign, like everyone's new moon is in Cancer, but for me specifically it falls on my fifth house? For you, uh… I mean the new moon entering your sign is, usually…" Qalli wet her lips, considering your aura like she were divining your future.

"…well it's a strong feminine energy along with opportunity for newness, yes I know I just said that for my Neptune, but it's more for introspection, for me."

Still, it wasn't all insights for her, simply taking in that study of yours, the reactions you give to certain remarks.

…and let it be known she knew that coat would be a problem, something she was biting her tongue about in a very You kind of way. Let that guilt sink in, for your vanity.

"I mean…" You were some famous guy, right? Not just playing at one, wearing his persona to meet some girl online and lead her to a second location? After a split-second of waffling, Qalli flipped her phone over and clicked the screen on, shooting off a text to a friend. "Yeah? Honestly that sounds really fun! Wait do you have a car or do you Uber around?"

I'm very well... being in the presence of a very pretty girl always makes me feel better

*grins at your chuckle and moves closer*

what has tired you out?

sleeping fitfully in the uncomfortable position, tiredness adding to the disorienting effects of drugs and conditioning

i'm good...a little bit tired

chuckles

how are you?

how are you?

*eyes drinking in your pretty face, smiling back*

looks over seeing a visitor enter the grounds and gives a little smile

hi

c-cup breasts and belly both thrust forward by the unnatural posture

hi there

sits on a bench in the courtyard relaxing a little

chubby little frame shifting uncomfortably in the straw, arms pinned behind back making movement difficulty, the posture collar keeping head unnaturally straight

hydration

returns to the farm after a LONG day and night working for a neighbor

quiet...

Inside
Horoscopes and Astrology were so far out of his wheelhouse that any attempt at humor by him would have likely been met with a derisive scoff.

Also, some people take that shit seriously. People that, uh, tend to have visible similarities to the woman sitting across from him.

And then, you continue on, explain your retrograde Neptune. He wanted to say, much like a jaded mechanic 'well, there's your problem right there.', but he doesn't. He just listens, and nods until you say 'house of pleasure', and then his eyebrows uptick a little.

"I got a couple goin' on right now... One, I gotta know what the 'house of pleasure' is...

And two, you finna get outta here? We could go find somewhere that's got some sorta breeze goin' so I can stop sweating in this outfit."

Lips spreading in a broad grin.

"Like the cool air off the Atlantic at the Midway or somethin'?"

Second location second location.

*crossing the room to my sofa*

Inside
"Eh I mean, look I'm not so deluded as to live my entire life based on—no we're fine," she felt a little discouraged that you proceeded more seriously, rather than handshake her offering to make a joke out of it.

Moreso you felt avoidant, like rather than even acknowledge that she coulda mis-stepped, or even correct her by confronting what happened and clarifying that it was not a problem, you just glided past it.
Typical water sign!

"Yeah, I mean my Neptune is in retrograde so it's time for new beginnings, and also on July 5th, Cancer sees a new moon in my fifth house — the house of pleasure."

This doesn't mean a damn thing to you, does it? Qalli's hands lowered, bringing down her own barrier in hopes that she might inspire you to mirror the same — in the abstract, anyway.

Eyes up and open, a subtle twist of latent anxiety as, well, even the slightest interest in her interests felt encouraging.

"…penny for your thoughts?"