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[stupidloser]

[after getting over his "i can't believe i just said that and now i need to crawl into a hole and die" mood, stupid loser standing alone in the middle of some park. he left campus and just... kept walking until he decided to stop.

he pulls out his phone and his thumb does hesitate over fitz's name for a moment, but...]

Hey.

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[withaburst]

... Um, I had fun today.

[littleirony]

... Fun.

[withaburst]

Yeah. I hope you did, too.

[littleirony]

It wasn't horrible.

[bighouses]

E xin.

[littleirony]

[having a sister was a mistake]

[withaburst]

Oh, good.

[littleirony]

[clears throat. pulling over because we've reached Your Place, the Place Which Is Your Destination.]

[withaburst]

[aaawkward]

... Thank you for the ride.

[littleirony]

[nods... should i offer to walk her to the door— no what is this, the 50s?]

I'll see you later.

[withaburst]

[looks like she's going to say something for a second, but just smiles instead.]

Right, see you later.

[littleirony]

[nods awkwardly, lifts his hand in a wave and then gets self-conscious about that for some reason and drops it really quickly, which. is weirder.]

[withaburst]

[her expression is amused, or adoring, maybe, as she gets out of the car.]

new threads are for losers

[withaburst]

[a few days later, she's sitting on a bench in the courtyard - you know, where someone else usually sits. she's been spacing out for the past couple of days, apparently distracted by something. if certain people didn't pick up on that, though, it's at least somewhat odd that she's not tapping away on her phone at the moment.]

[littleirony]

[that's my spot, why is she in— nevermind. sitting down on the other end of the bench, not too close, with his coffee.]

[withaburst]

[~no reason~]

... Hi.

[littleirony]

Are you waiting for something?

[withaburst]

... Um, I was waiting for you.

[littleirony]

Why?

[withaburst]

I wanted to talk to you.

[littleirony]

Assignment-related?

[withaburst]

... No, it's not.

[littleirony]

Then what?

[sips his coffee, suspicious]

[withaburst]

[she told herself what she would say more than a few times, but she's still nervous]

It's... personal.

[littleirony]

[that's my least favourite kind of -al.

frowns slightly, tilting his head.]