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Charming but fool haha... Its been a while, bestie.
            Sorry Ive got caught in some cases that we couldn't hang out in a while

I miss you, Kitty-kun

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I am doing all good, Ariste-kun!!! You??

baby i believe my presence is wonderful, you are just sour about it 

first of all YOU appeared from nowhere, I never bothered you mister 

oh heavens why is this red head here?

Yeahhh you don’t wanna be around ppl who give you bad vibes 

Oh wowww ok sir get it!! Get that adult life going 

Hey we all have our own ways of expressing things differently. And I didn’t judge it based on looks though I tend to do that. I don’t trust my judgement. So I tend to think a little more deeper. It’s all about the vibes dude. 

Wonderful. 
            
            :though the menu resides in his hands already, she gives a nudge so it sinks deeper into his grasp. A grin—though particularly not friendly—splits her pretty pink lips.;
            
            Go on ‘nd order fer us, Buttercup. Front counter.  I’ll be here waitin’. 

:His wide range of cadences never ceases to daze her—the way he can ground himself to soft murmurs so easily. In her presence, too. Stunned, her gaze falls away.; 
            
            It would seem ye like a lot of things. 
            
            :Rose pushes the menu across the table with reluctance. The unforeseen company of Mr. Galanis is very much, so unwanted—but with him actually sitting here and talking with her …well, she isn’t heartless.; 
            
            Find what ye’d like.
            
            :she mumbles, imitating his posture. Elbow on the table—even if a bad etiquette—chin in the warmth of her palm, and fingers drumming on her jaw patiently; 
            
            Brunch is daddy’s treat. So we’re in the pot o’ luck, it would seem. 
            
            I’m only gettin’ the Brazilian Lemonade. ‘Tis this…kinda frozen, slush-like drink wit’ limes nd all. A favorite tha’ he and I both share. 
            
            Nay food fer me. But you…
            
            :her posture shifts. She fixates her eyes on the curve of his chin, not nearly granting him eye contact, but enough of an acknowledgment; 
            
            Anythin’. And then ye’ll enlighten me on why ye are here…’nd how you knew exactly where I was. 

What an arrogant cherry ye are, Mr. Galanis. 
            
            :even the diner’s menu was not enough of a divider for the two of them. Giving it a nudge, the flimsy little menu swoons to the polished surface of the table—revealing her scowl still very much there; 
            
            “Thank you” woulda been the finer response, mind ye. Not a stuck-up response. And fer your information— 
            
            :her arms fold on the table. She leans in, brown eyes narrowed and centered directly on his face as if to prove a point; 
            
            I’m mighty good at payin’ folk attention when talking ta them. I could stare a beat in the eyes if it approached me. But ye- 
            
            :her shoulders sink dramatically with the sigh Roseliette huffs out. The sullen look on her face softens, but only by means of letting her face relax from the intense glare she’d been giving him; 
            
            Jus the sight o’ ye makes my head ache. ‘Tis why I avoid as much eye contact as possible wit’ you. 

Journalism for sure made me forget that writing isn't just a job I have to get done with... But it can be fun at times. 

Ive never enjoyed writing a diary in a while... 

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