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@lovesdaya

Poor guy--his stammering does nothing to stop her from erupting in a fit of giggles, and the brief distraction proves enough for her to miss her shot and the puck to land straight into the goal.

"Gotcha good, huh? Thought I wouldn't pick up on how defensive you were being? I see how much you don't want to tell me how much you think of Xavier on the day to day," she further prodded, grinning a rather evil looking grin. "But aaaaalright, I'll give it a rest."

She wastes no time in sending the puck in his direction again, this time giving it a strong hit the ricochets off the sides a few times on its way to him. A two point lead felt much too big for her liking, and if she wasn't going to win, she at least wanted to keep him on his toes.

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo

Antlers from ‘Stuffed Animals: A Modern Guide to Taxidermy’ (2016)