"Oh! Special friends." She sits back in her seat, looking for all the world like the cat that got the canary. "You know, I always thought he had a type. All ... lean, dark-haired and heroic." She traces an absent pattern on the tabletop, frost spreading in the wake of her fingertip, and asks her next question with wide-eyed faux innocence. "Is he any good?"
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Re: Private Voice. -> Spam
Date: 2018-03-16 11:29 pm (UTC)