𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐬

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Augustus: I noticed you seemed uncomfortable. It will take time, but just be yourself.

Aria: You caught me ;)

Aria: Thanks though ^^

Augustus: You are most welcome.

Aria: How old are you?!

Augustus: Why do you ask such a question?

Aria: Just curious because of the way you talk. So elegant!

Augustus: Oh, do I? I shall take that as a compliment. I am 24.

Aria: Oh, are you into novels?

Augustus: I have not read many, but indeed I am.

Aria: I want to suggest some books to you. Will you read them?

Augustus: If you so wish, I shall give them a try. May I know the name of the novel?

Aria: You give Rickard Ambrose vibes. You should read *Storm and Silence*. Ambrose is the male protagonist.

Augustus: I am astonished. What made you see him in me?

Aria: Now that I think about it, you're more like Lord Patrick Day.

Augustus: And who might he be?

Aria: He is the male protagonist of another novel, part of *Storm and Silence*, with different couples.

Augustus: Another protagonist? I am honored.

Aria: Ambrose is grumpy; you don't seem grumpy. You're sweet and kind of a gentleman.

Augustus: I am rarely ever irritated, usually quite calm.

Augustus: Please, do not hold back anything.

Aria: Should I tell you about the book?

Augustus: Do tell. I am here.

Aria: *book description* (Too lazy to write it, check it on my reading list. The book exists and it's worth all your time.)

Aria: It's really interesting, filled with adventures and romance.

Augustus: Ah, this is a very intriguing description. I can already surmise it contains a great deal of conflict.

Aria: Yup :)

Augustus: I prefer historical genres to others, but thank you for the recommendation.

Aria: You're welcome.

Augustus: I do not usually read romance, but since you have especially recommended this novel to me, I shall give it a chance.

Augustus: Therefore, I should like to begin reading romance.

Aria: I have never in my life been this polite to a boy.

Augustus: I am pleased to be the first boy you are polite to.

Aria: LOL, OK.

Aria: Can we be friends? I love the way you talk. I'll try not to be annoying.

Augustus: Of course, why not? I am flattered by how highly you think of my manner of speaking.

Augustus: And you are not annoying at all. I wonder what made you believe that?

Aria: People.

Aria: Anyways, where are you from?

Augustus: I would prefer to keep my identity and origin private, if that is acceptable to you?

Aria: Yeah, absolutely. I respect your privacy.

Augustus: I appreciate your understanding.

Augustus: I suggest you do not reveal your personal details either; you never know who is behind the screen.

Aria: Yes, Sir!

Aria: Now I am going to tell everyone that I am from Mars and my name is Jupiter.

Augustus: Oh, that is quite creative.

Aria: Nobody can find me with my name alone anyways.

Augustus: Aria, believe me the first letter of your name is enough to have you found out.

Aria: What are you, mafia? I don't think it's possible to find a person with just the first letter of their name.

Augustus: It never hurts to be cautious. One can never be sure who is behind the screen.

Aria: OK, sir. I'll be careful not to give away my details. So, what should I call you?

Augustus: Call me whatever name flows easily from your fingers.

Aria: I have the urge to say, "Should I call you mine?" But I am fine with Pookie. Sounds cute, right?

Augustus: Indeed, though the meaning is not as endearing as it sounds.

Aria: Never thought of searching the meaning of this word. It just sounds so cute. I'll be right back.

Augustus: Farewell, Aria. Until next time.

Aria was curious about this mysterious stranger, more so than she had expected. He had personally messaged her because she was not comfortable in the group-that was so sweet of him. At the same time, another part of her questioned if she was being catfished by this person.

It was rare to encounter someone who spoke the way he did in this generation. His manner of speaking made him both attractive and potentially dangerous. He could be faking it all; he could be a totally different person in real life. But for now, she decided to go with the flow. As she stopped overthinking, she did some research, and oh boy, "pookie" also means a fart that crawls from your butthole. It was better left unknown.

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