[nospaces] [attr="class","grabod"] [attr="class","gra"] [attr="class","grawords"] Najwa raises her free hand to rub at the back of her neck, before nodding. "Mm, fair enough. Wouldn't want you to do anything out of the ordinary." Najwa teases, before pressing her finger into the muscle just between her shoulder blade and neck, hard. [break][break] "I should buy one of those neck massagers, you know..." She gestures. "The ones that just hang over?" [attr="class","grapokes"] [newclass=.grabod] background: #2e2e2e; width:300px; margin: 0 auto; [/newclass] [newclass=.gra] margin-top: 40px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: 'roboto'; background-image:url(https://i.ibb.co/2gq2C65/black-thread.png); padding-right:50px; background-color: #2e2e2e; border-radius: 1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.grawords] padding: 30px; background: #202020; font-size: 12px; color: #aaa; line-height: 16px; border-radius: 2px; border-right: solid 4px #2e2e2e; [/newclass] [newclass=.grawords b] color: #dea02c; font-size: 13px; [/newclass] [newclass=.grapokes] text-align: center; width:300px; margin-left: -30px; margin-bottom: -20px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.gratag] padding: 0px; text-align: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: -20px; [/newclass] [newclass=.gratag a] font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; [/newclass] |
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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[attr="class","spiral"]"If you want some then we can get some. Don't stop yourself on my accord," he insists, pointing his fork at her. Watching her wedge her finger into her neck conveys just how much of an ache she has. It almost makes him want to roll his neck as well but he refrains from giving into the reflex. "I used to get neck pain all the time before I started paying attention to my posture and ergonomic design," he chimes in, trying to add to the small talk. "Having a professional loosen you up really alleviates the tightness. I used to have someone visit daily just to massage my neck and back when I was younger." @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "You'd be surprise. If you know the right people with the right price, there's a lot you can get done." Fernando smirks for a second, his attempt at holding a serious expression before breaking out into a mild laugh. "It was back in Kanto but generally they came whenever with reasonable notice. As for learning anything— hmmm." He ponders for a moment, trying to recall, before grimacing. "I vaguely remember but I'm no expert. There's a certain way they pushed and tugged at me that felt like they were smoothing out muscle." @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "Are you serious?" Fernando already knows the answer to his rhetorical question but blurts it out anyway. He looks back down at his plate, almost finished and back at her. "How about we finish up, wash up, and I guess I'll give it a go." Doing so now feels interuptive and Fernando has his own odd tendencies with doing things mid-meal. It also buys him time to look up a few blurbs about what he's about to do before he fails spectacularly. @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando follows suit, rinsing his dish before stocking it right behind Najwa's. He closes the dish washer before going back for his coffee, taking a few large gulps before pouring the small remainder down the sink. He opts for water this time, just enough to wet his mouth before turning off the faucet and drying his hands. "Did you still want something sweet?" @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "After you," he states, standing in place until she passes him by and lead him back to her office. Only now, having enjoyed his momentary break, does Fernando pull out his phone to check several things. He goes through his notification with an expert speed, used to years of rotating through them with muscle memory, before searching about a topic that he has no idea about. Eyes flirt across his screen and he skims through the text with only a few speckles of details, surmising enough from the words in-between. @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "That's quite last minute to be packing. Carrying light, I assume?" Fernando says that in gest but there's some truth to it. While he's never had an issue with procrastinating before trips, there are few that have the same privilege of outright purchasing whatever they need. "If that's the case, maybe it would be better to leave you to catch some sleep before you head out?" @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "Oh. Well then, have a safe and quick trip then." The conversation becomes awkward, not entirely due to the sudden revelation but also due to Fernando's own inability to relate considering his familial ties. He still keeps composed and nods his head, smiling faintly and maintaining eye contact. "Monday then. Have a good night, Miss Essam." @bean4 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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