𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬

chat eight

❝ he knew what he wanted -

to make her laugh. ❞

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"Are you ready for question four, my love?"

"First of all, I'm not your love, you weirdo, and sure, I guess I am."

"You aren't right now, but I expect sooner or later you'll be dying to hear my voice and begging that I say your name."

"The extent to your narcissistic personality constantly amazes me."

"Since I already know your favorite color is green, your favorite ice cream is strawberry blondie, and I took an educated guess and assumed the Harry Potter series are your favorite books, now I want to know your favorite number."

"My favorite number? Why do you want to know that?"

"I think a favorite number says a lot about a person, and the reason they have it, too. Is it because something special happened on that day? Is it because it was the number of a parent? Or maybe because they woke up one day and decided it was their lucky number, forever? The possibilities are endless."

"You're an over thinker, aren't you?"

"...Maybe."

"My favorite number is 3."

"Why?"

"There is no why. No rhyme or reason. Though I guess it may have had something to do when I was younger. I was trying out for a sports team, and the last jersey left was the number 3. I remember going home every single day and laying it out on my bed, staring at the block number and feeling like I belonged to something, y'know?"

"You played sports? Were you any good?"

"I wasn't too bad, actually. I quit my senior year, though. Gave up my jersey but decided to always keep the number 3 close to my heart."

"Why did you quit?"

"That's a story for another day."

"So you're saying there's going to be another day of us talking? I knew you were falling for me."

"Shutup, E."

"Are you...laughing?"

"No, well - maybe."

"That's the first time I have heard you laugh."

"Sorry, I know my laugh is obnoxious."

"No, no...not in the least. In fact...can I hear you laugh again?"