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          she’ll watch, holding her breath at the idea of all those groceries falling down in one loud crash. with a small, polite smile, a hand reaches out to offer help. “ look, at least let me help ya carry somethin’. ya straight look like you’re about to topple head over tits. i mean - no offence. ”

❛ think i got it. ❜ hardly, though, as there’s far too many things that she’s holding with far too little upper body strength . the offer from the stranger caused an brow to raise, despite a reason for there not to be. dakota cleared her throat, raising her shoulder slightly to balance out the rest of the items in her arms. ❛ but uh, thanks. i guess. ❜

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starter call !!

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NASA: We are humans, broadcasting to any life forms in the galaxy. We come in peace.

Alien: Hey humans, you sound nice.

NASA: Haha thanks. You should come over :)

Alien: Uhhh, what? Our technology isn't advanced enough yet. But we can just talk for a while.

NASA: Aww damn. SO what are you doing?

ALien: Ummm, just like... operating our technology to contact you I guess? Translating your language?

NASA: But what would you be doing if I was there haha ;)

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update: del is now australian. because i can.

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feelin like i might change del’s backstory to make her australian. because a) i have never had an australian character and i am australian that seems weird and b) i want to use more references to landscapes and nature and animals and i just want to incorporate my home in that because i love it that’s all idk ... i’ll think about it

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          it feels nice to smile; a real smile, not faking polite smiles and interested small talk. she peers ( up ) at him, with a furrow of her brow. not possible. he’s already much too tall, any taller and he might break through the sky. “ no way, no how. i wouldn’t listen to ya bullshit lies. ” 

it happens FAR TOO OFTEN. poor thing. “ i’ll be fine, dolly, no worries, “ same hand to rub his head gives a gentle wave. reassures her. NOBODY NEEDS TO WORRY ABOUT HIM, anyways. has a headache now, though, definitely. “ what if i told ya’s i was still growin’ ? “

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me @ myself: who raised u ????

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           with an incredulous look on her face, she watches the other still reaching for the mixture, and shakes her head slowly. “ fine. touch it. you obviously know better than me. don’t haunt me when you die. ”  sarcastic tone is matched with a scoff, brows raised.

          ‛ —- why not ? what’ll happen ? ’

    Hands are outstretched, tantalizingly close. Probably shouldn’t be around here, she realizes. Does that stop her ? NO. She gives her fingers the slightest wiggle — gonnatouchit !! heh heh heh..

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         del tries her hardest to suppress a laugh as he rubs at his head, pursing her lips together in a small smirk. “ is your head goin’ to be okay? i mean. you could get a concussion from that kind of thing, y’know! ” probably not, but the tone in her voice is the same as someone asking a child if they need to call an ambulance when they scrape their knee. bemused. 

he HEARS THAT a lot. well, not to his face. girls talking to their girlfriends, whispering, giggling—- isn’t sure if they’re MAKING FUN OF HIM or think it’s something of interest. wishes he were shorter so he doesn’t stand out so easily like he does. is jude offended ? no, not really. “ s’okay, “ he’ll reassure her. “ ya ain’t the first t’say it. I JUST HIT MY HEAD A FEW MINUTES AGO on some danglin’ lights, so i’m reminded ‘bout it often. “ he’ll say while he rubs his forehead.

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@discourd.

            “ holy shit snacks, you’re like. an actual giant. ” wow, that was rude, delmara. somewhere in the back of her mind, her grandmother voice scolds her for being so impolite. she swears this country is rubbing off on her in the worst ways. “ whoa, sorry. that was helluva rude thing for me to say. sorry. ”

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           “ i know who you are. ” words are blurted out before del gets the opportunity to process them, and her body reacts quick to spread a dark flush through her cheeks. small hand reaches out to grab the other’s, however, and she’ll smile softly. “ i mean. sorry, you must get that all the time. i’m delmara. i’m in the year below you, that’s probably why you don’t know me. i mean. sorry. i’m rambling. ”

    someone’s watching. she’s gotten really good at just knowing when it’s happened. green eyes search briefly, locking on to the other’s before she looks away. she could ignore it and continue on with the day, but harry’s never quite been the type. instead she strides forward to outstretch a hand. “hi. i’m harry. i don’t think we’ve met.”

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who wants a starter ?????

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                             independent original character // written by chrissie.