illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
Sap [Closed]
POSTED ON Jun 20, 2020 23:07:13 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]oh... oh no. she hadn't meant to correct him. the thought has her fidgeting, quick to wave off any mistake with the fan of her hand. "it's okay! an easy thing to forget, really," an awkward laugh follows. "i didn't do anything of recognition during that time, anyway."right, the worst he can say is no and perhaps that's the whole problem behind asking. the sting of rejection, of getting hopes up just to have them dashed. she smiles despite that with a small dip of her head. "yes, that's true," she hums. and really, it's probable anyway but... he could be right that there technically is no harm in reaching out anyway. hours after this meeting, she'll smack her face into her desk over a half written email addressed to the councilman himself. but for now, she's quickly fumbling over herself to deny souring a professional relationship. "no, no! no bridges burned. at least," she pauses to consider. "i don't think so, anyway." well, unless you count this whole littleroot situation or failing whatever expectations he had of her. yeah, no bridges burnt yet. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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