'S alright, baby. Sometimes it helps just havin' somebody t' listen, don't'cha think?

. . .

* ( She walks over, leaning against the desk. )

Y'wanna tell ol' Printra about it, baby?

] my vote's on samael frankly .

* ( She pokes her head in, and then slips into the room smoothly, like sliding a sheet of paper through the gap. )

That right? I was thinkin' you might be, seein' as y'left so quick. How are ya, darlin'?

* ( She wants to check in. . . The abrupt cutoff earlier had made her a little worried. )

It's just me, hun. Printra.

] true ......... ☝️

* ( The gentle rhythmic tapping of sharp fingernails on the door. )

] Whgatdoes that mean .

] i didn't even realize until after i sent the reply and then i was like waaauiitt. perfect.

Hehehah! Well, it fades with age, but I'm still kickin'!

* ( Twirling a paper curl around her finger. )

Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll bet it does.

. . . Alright. Take care, hun.

] printer thing flirts with origami thing. fork found in kitchen or something

You are a real cutie, though, if y'don't mind me sayin' so.

* ( Girl )

Sugar. Long as you got time left, you got th' chance ta set things right.

Aw, sorry. It does that when I get th' urge t' commit a felony.

. . .

* ( Her expression softens. Well, she has a very sharp face, generally, but you get the idea. )

. . . Y'don't need him, baby. You can do better.

Hehahah! Sorry, baby, I call everybody just about everythin'.

What makes 'im so special, really? I mean, me, I ain't seein' nothin'.

Oh, sweetheart, I've heard worse, don't you worry 'bout me.

Listen, baby, breathe. Yer alright.

* ( A hand reaches out to rub her arm soothingly. )

What's he doin' fer you that nobody else can, exactly?

I ain't never workin' in that damn studio I'm sorry but y'couldn't get me in there if ya offered me a million bucks a month

] i get a little nervous when i write her actually To be honest i don't want to seem like i'm copying dollie or something . i don't know how she ended up with the southern accent frankly it just kind of Happened

. . . Aw, hey.

Listen, sugar. There's waaaayyyy better fish in th' sea. Ones that don't taste like a load'a crap an' give ya food poisoning.

[ Giving him the kind of disgusted rich woman expression like. I don't know how to describe it. Just one side of her lip raised and one eyebrow arched i hope this makes fucking sense ]

The one that wants t'screw me, hun? That one?

I'd ask ya t' share but knowin' you you'd take it the wrong way.

] sorry i saw the word "printer" and had to immediately log back in

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