I'll make sure it's written out on that carbon copy paper, too. You get a copy and I get to keep the original. [ That's probably how it works, at least. Listen, Ann's all about digital everything. CDs suck because they have to be carried -- why do that when she can just pull it up on her phone, pop in some wireless earbuds, and go? Same with games. Not that she's much of a gamer -- the last game she'd played had been at Leblanc with Ren, Ryuji, and the other thieves on some retro console. Mostly, she'd sat and watched Futaba and Ren battle it out, but, that's the same thing. Probably. ...She probably doesn't even know how to write a check, dude. Why would anyone carry something so outdated.... ]
Hmm... well, that wasn't too terribly long ago, at least. [ Ah yes, their original meeting. Despite saying it wasn't too long ago, it feels like it's been ages. And certainly not in the bad way, either, because a good portion of her time spent here has been spent with him in one way or another, and that's nothing that she's going to complain about. ] You'll do well, I think.
[ That gets an eyebrow to arch up as she turns to finally regard him fully. ] Easy, huh? That's sweet of you to consider that... [ It is, too. Well... was, since he's taken it back. ] You know what? I'm so confident that I'm going to win... [ She's not. She's not at all confident that she's going to win, but she's going to fake it until she makes it. She picks up her heels and walks to the shoreline, rinsing her feet off in the surf, before she puts them back on. ] ...that I'll even wear my heels while we run.
[ This will not end well, probably. She's already envisioning a rolled ankle or a broken foot, but, it's too late to go back now. If she can walk the slippery surfaces of various runways and catwalks, she can run down a damned beach in heels. ] It's not going to be a challenge, because I'm one million percent certain that victory is going to be mine. [ She... is not. Certain of that at all. ] Anyways, after we finish here, let's go grab some coffee or something. We're probably going to need to re-hydrate, you know?
[ Because coffee is clearly the BEST form of hydration! ]
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...She probably doesn't even know how to write a check, dude. Why would anyone carry something so outdated....]Hmm... well, that wasn't too terribly long ago, at least. [ Ah yes, their original meeting. Despite saying it wasn't too long ago, it feels like it's been ages. And certainly not in the bad way, either, because a good portion of her time spent here has been spent with him in one way or another, and that's nothing that she's going to complain about. ] You'll do well, I think.
[ That gets an eyebrow to arch up as she turns to finally regard him fully. ] Easy, huh? That's sweet of you to consider that... [ It is, too. Well... was, since he's taken it back. ] You know what? I'm so confident that I'm going to win... [ She's not. She's not at all confident that she's going to win, but she's going to fake it until she makes it. She picks up her heels and walks to the shoreline, rinsing her feet off in the surf, before she puts them back on. ] ...that I'll even wear my heels while we run.
[ This will not end well, probably. She's already envisioning a rolled ankle or a broken foot, but, it's too late to go back now. If she can walk the slippery surfaces of various runways and catwalks, she can run down a damned beach in heels. ] It's not going to be a challenge, because I'm one million percent certain that victory is going to be mine. [ She... is not. Certain of that at all. ] Anyways, after we finish here, let's go grab some coffee or something. We're probably going to need to re-hydrate, you know?
[ Because coffee is clearly the BEST form of hydration! ]