"Oh yeah," she agreed, pushing her sunglasses into her hair, to seem the slightest bit polite. "One of 'ems gotta go off the deep end every now and again, I guess." She probably should have smiled. Or not? Would that have been inappropriate given the topic.
She was unbelievably terrible at this.
To make matters worse her newfound company was a gum popper. Melanie tried not grimace as the she slid through the window, even though the sound of it would make her eye twitch. She flipped her sunglasses back down and pulled away from the sidewalk.
"Oh, you know…" she answered, lamely. "Work. Just like you, I guess." This time she did smile, because she had been attempting to make a joke. It probably failed. "She needed some Uranium for mega-death-ray this or that. I just happen to be very good at stealing Uranium."
Sharing personal details. There was magazine somewhere that said doing so made people like you, right? And it's not like her guest would be able to take the high moral ground.
Why couldn't she had found a horde of recognizable women? Her social cloaking only worked in groups, and that would have made this a hell of a lot easier. "Oh, mierda," she cursed. "Rude, sorry. My name's Melanie."
She was unbelievably terrible at this.
To make matters worse her newfound company was a gum popper. Melanie tried not grimace as the she slid through the window, even though the sound of it would make her eye twitch. She flipped her sunglasses back down and pulled away from the sidewalk.
"Oh, you know…" she answered, lamely. "Work. Just like you, I guess." This time she did smile, because she had been attempting to make a joke. It probably failed. "She needed some Uranium for mega-death-ray this or that. I just happen to be very good at stealing Uranium."
Sharing personal details. There was magazine somewhere that said doing so made people like you, right? And it's not like her guest would be able to take the high moral ground.
Why couldn't she had found a horde of recognizable women? Her social cloaking only worked in groups, and that would have made this a hell of a lot easier. "Oh, mierda," she cursed. "Rude, sorry. My name's Melanie."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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