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jesus christ.

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It's not that hard to do, to be honest. I just don't understand why you would. And intimate in a zombie apocalypse? That really sounds like some fantasy of my former High School self. Maybe present self, too. I don't even know how I'd handle myself consider I've been waiting for that kind of apocalypse since grade-school. Especially with a pretty girl.

Ooooooh, Benny’s blushing because I called him gorgeous and sexy~ Heh, I feel powerful. Yes, yes you were in my dream. It was… intimate… strikingly so, considering we were in the zombie apocalypse.

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I don't even want to remember the events that transpired that night. They still haunt me. Neon ghosts.

love this

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I'm ignoring everything you said because I can't think of a strong response that doesn't reveal the fact that I'm pink in the cheeks. More pressing matters: I was in your dream?

Oh, I bet you would. You know, I had the strangest dream a while back. You were actually a badass. Fine. I’ll accept the fact that I have poor taste, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop. However, I can change the cute to a multitude of different words and make you smile and blush. There’s hot, which I’ll admit isn’t the most flattering. Uh… gorgeous. Sexy. All those. But I will not stop flattering you, Ben. Ever~

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They better not, because I'm secretly a badass and I'd kick the hell out of them if they did. This compromise, though. There's one of two options. It's either you dial back those lies and I'll watch my words or you just accept the fact that you've got poor taste in smile inducing-lines and let it happen (while still knocking off your end of the equation).

The ghost stories wont come true. Ever. Becuase I’m secretly a sook and would just scream if they ever did. But the day you take a compliment shall come soon, my friend. I promise! Hm. A compromise. Have anything in mind, Benny boy?

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Well, I do. I believe in them, but I hope they never come true. Just like the day when I'll actually take a compliment lying down. And you're even cuter when you giggle - so why would I want to stop that? We're at an impasse here, Abs. Maybe we should compromise. 

I do not believe in ghost stories, nuh-uh. You know, one of these days, you’re actually just going to accept the compliment. Then my job will be done. You’re even cuter when you smile though. Why would I want to quit it?

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I bet you're the kind of girl that believes in ghost stories too with the way you romanticize the truth. Over active imagination. Quite making me smile.

Still cute, Marshall.

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Still irrationally complimentary, McCann.

That made me giggle. Stop that. You’re just… you. That’s cute.

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My apologies, then. Making you giggle is definitely the last thing I ever aim for in conversation. 

I’m being adorable? Look at you.

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I don't know what you're getting at. I'm not posting adorable photos of myself laughing in sepia tone on Tumblr.

Yep?

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I don't know. I'm being awkward and you're being adorable.

#Just…yep.

Yep?

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Pretty much. 

#Just…yep.

Yep?

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Of course not. That's unbecoming. I'd just end up breaking two seconds in, anyway. Broseph.

Do I have to beg, now, missus?

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That seems legitimate. Monsieur. 

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