( He doesn't get a reply to the smiley face that night - did she crash in her art room? Yes. Is there now paint in her hair? Also yes, but that's not the point.
The point is, the following day, Hank receives another photo; a selfie this time, and one almost as grubby as promised. She's not up to her neck in grime, per say, but she's definitely looking like she's been lightly dragged through a hedge backwards if her hair's anything to go by, with dust and mud spattered on her shirt and accidentally smeared on her face alongside paint from the previous night.
She is smiling though, as her horse decided he wanted to be a part of the picture and stuck his face right into frame (almost pushing her out). )
If you do kick the bucket after seeing that ^, know it's been a delight talking to you.
( He stares at the picture for a good while, a dumb grin on his face. She still is every bit of pretty he claimed her to be from the first time he'd seen her. The horse isn't too bad looking either, but really he's focused on the woman. He imagines the remnants of her chores are what leave their impressions on her body. Not that he would know the first thing about farm life but the horse brings him to think there was some significant routine tasks that needed to happen, and they were messy. )
( 'Messy' was certainly one way of putting it. But, as she plops down outside the horse stall to rest for a minute, that reply gets a grin out of her too. )
Not a farm, no - but I do have some land, and a very big garden that needs a lot of attention. That, and my horse is a giant needy baby. I like the work, but I can't imagine having any other animals, not while I'm here by myself anyway.
( She noticed before when he dodged her compliments, so she gives her next reply a bit of thought. Her initial reaction to almost anyone saying they're 'not an option' is to vehemently disagree, especially when she's been talking to and getting to know them for a little while (the fact that they haven't actually met notwithstanding.)
Only, she gets the feeling that won't be well received here. )
I'm inclined to disagree, but then again I've no idea what you've yet to tell me about.
You could be the Zodiac killer for all I know. I could see that perhaps being a potential deal breaker for someone.
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sweetestheart) wrote2020-09-20 02:00 pm
lmao hank please
Perhaps I won't then; wouldn't want you to keel over and have that as the last thing you see. Couldn't live with myself!
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Pfft, sure...whatever you say.
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( He doesn't get a reply to the smiley face that night - did she crash in her art room? Yes. Is there now paint in her hair? Also yes, but that's not the point.
The point is, the following day, Hank receives another photo; a selfie this time, and one almost as grubby as promised. She's not up to her neck in grime, per say, but she's definitely looking like she's been lightly dragged through a hedge backwards if her hair's anything to go by, with dust and mud spattered on her shirt and accidentally smeared on her face alongside paint from the previous night.
She is smiling though, as her horse decided he wanted to be a part of the picture and stuck his face right into frame (almost pushing her out). )
If you do kick the bucket after seeing that ^, know it's been a delight talking to you.
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I survived through the power of being right.
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( 'Messy' was certainly one way of putting it. But, as she plops down outside the horse stall to rest for a minute, that reply gets a grin out of her too. )
Ah, he lives!! The day is saved!
How's your day going so far, lieutenant?
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I suppose in this context, having not much going on other than paperwork is a good thing.
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How are your chores going?
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Eh, they're going. The to-do list is allegedly getting shorter but it never seems like it is.
All the hard stuff's done though, so I can stop soon, for a little while anyway.
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Not a farm, no - but I do have some land, and a very big garden that needs a lot of attention. That, and my horse is a giant needy baby. I like the work, but I can't imagine having any other animals, not while I'm here by myself anyway.
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Or have you fostered a few girlfriends before?
Or both?
I don't know, guys are the worst.
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Preaching to the choir there.
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Nah, you're fine. Sorry, just reminded me of something is all.
What about you? Any partner to speak of?
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Also, no, I'm every bit of a hassle as I say we are, so... no self-respecting woman... I mean, I'm not even an option to be honest... LOL
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He was pretty awful, yeah.
( She noticed before when he dodged her compliments, so she gives her next reply a bit of thought. Her initial reaction to almost anyone saying they're 'not an option' is to vehemently disagree, especially when she's been talking to and getting to know them for a little while (the fact that they haven't actually met notwithstanding.)
Only, she gets the feeling that won't be well received here. )
I'm inclined to disagree, but then again I've no idea what you've yet to tell me about.
You could be the Zodiac killer for all I know. I could see that perhaps being a potential deal breaker for someone.
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Christ, I'm not that old. But, yeah, you better be careful. This long distance texting gives us both a bit of anonymity to play with, doesn't it?
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I guess it does, yes. Now all I need to do is not reveal my own identity as a serial killer and I'll be totally set.
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Somewhere in Detroit
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Just flinging the mystery to the wind here :)
Somewhere in the South.
Have you always lived there?
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I already know you've always lived over there, you said you didn't like to stray too far from home. Or is this a new home?