prettyntoxic: (A girl can hope.)
Lisa Snart | Golden Glider ([personal profile] prettyntoxic) wrote2017-02-03 01:26 am

[IC Inbox] It's hard for me to trust people

"I know,
What I want and,
I'll get,
What I need
I'll come over and I'll show you now,
Don't you wish that you could have me now?"




"This is Lis. Leave a message or text a selfie and I'll hit you up if you look like my type."
hypoxic: (I have to believe wishing works)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[She's so concerned with keeping up appearances and looking aloof. His smile returns, more genuine this time. His eyes return to her at length.]

Purely hypothetical. I understand completely.
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: °C-ute - "Grieving Heaven" (Wish on a star and)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-10 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He shifts in discomfort; it's not a point of pride for him to admit how long he's been failing to find a way out.]

I arrived in April.

[Which was ten months ago. It's not okay.]
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: °C-ute - "Grieving Heaven" (Default)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-10 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Given how wildly upset he is by most things, she's set a tall order for herself. ]

It's good. Don't sell yourself short.

[ He'll tilt it back and take a longer gulp in emphasis, sending a flush of color along his ears. ] And... Thank you.

hypoxic: (words shatter under sighs)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
My usual company knows me well enough not to bother looking for me at a place like this.

[Sometimes, it's better to be somewhere relatively anonymous. There are fewer expectations there. It's part of why he raises his eyebrows at her question.]

There isn't very much time for "fun" in a place like this.
hypoxic: (if we wished together)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-13 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Well, considering that "fun" is an intangible concept that doesn't lend itself well to practical personification...

[Wait, give him a minute.]

Oh, you meant. Oh.
hypoxic: (trembling with the memory)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-14 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Well if people want to be understood, they ought to say the things they mean. Metaphors are ridiculous and ought to be abolished.

He flounders when she flatters him, turning all sorts of crimson shades, until she says something familiar and he latches onto it instead.]


Y-you know Cisco -- he's a colleague.

[CISCO WHY DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN DO YOU NEED HELP???]
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: °C-ute - "Grieving Heaven" (Default)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-14 08:33 am (UTC)(link)

[ wait sorry he's going to need that again. ]

You and he are -- [ This requires additional processing time. ]

Does he know about it? [ moreover, has he consented to it? ]

hypoxic: (I know we'll get there someday)

[personal profile] hypoxic 2017-02-14 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well - just mean that... Youknowit'sprobablynotimportantwhatImean..

[He just drains the last of his glass in a long gulp instead.]


It's not my business what he gets up to in his spare time.