the flurry
she/her/hers
30
september 19
ringtown
pansexual
hitman
elite
it’s all winter here, even in august
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mclaren mcflurry
five feet apart [c]
POSTED ON Aug 5, 2020 16:56:01 GMT
Normal ain't normal, 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 is a luxury If you wanna understand, you stand 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ❧ honestly, mcflurry didn't know how lucky she had been, finding some random sailor who was so willing to just ferry a stranger in criminal clothes to dry land. now, though, she's starting to get it -- and the small smile slowly creeping onto her plain face reflects it.
"y-yeah, sure."
maybe she had been about to die at sea, if this person didn't come for her. she wasn't sure -- she's not certain how often seaborne deaths happen in hoenn. still, the realization slowly trickles into her brain as it finally cools down.
but at the same time, mcflurry felt there was something wrong with this scenario. like this wasn't supposed to happen this way. it's a terrible feeling, and she can't explain why, or even why she thinks this, but -- the resulting stream of consciousness floods out of mcflurry's mouth, any remaining filter evaporated.
"i'm really mcsorry -- i can mcpay you later, if you want. i don't, i don't have a lot of mccash, they don't... they don't mcpay me a lot. and, uh, i know mcmaybe you were expecting someone a little mcmore... attract, attractive?"
at this point, mcflurry was vaguely aware of whatever the hell she was blabbering, but she was helpless to stop herself.
"since, uh, this sort of -- this sort of mcthing. it only really mchappens in mcnovels, and, uh -- i know i'm not really that sort of, that sort of mcperson, so... sorry if i, uh, mcdisappointed? mm."
someone stop her or she's going to keep going, oh my god. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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