✨ you only get one chance...

[liltuna]

THE FIRST IMPRESSION MEME   You only get once chance to put your best foot forward. Screw that up, and you'll be forever seared in someone's mind as the person who had spinach in their teeth, or worse! ✨HOW TO PLAY 1. Drop a top-level! 2. If you have previous CR with someone, you'll have to let them know what your first-impression of them was. If this is your first time meeting, you'll be compelled to share what kind of vibe they give off. It's okay to be honest! Are they gross? Do they seem approachable? Do you find them incredibly hot?  3. Find out if your first impression was correct! Maybe that strange loner actually has a heart of gold? You'll never know unless you talk to them!

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[detoxes]

[The look she shoots him thanks to that comment. She doesn’t know what’s worse - the fact that he was lying and she fell for it or the fact that she has to think about them when they were 13 now.

Her hand’s in her pocket again, and she pulls out her lighter this time. Cigarette hanging loosely between her lips, she lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

She mumbles:]

Don’t wanna hear about it.

[Mia’s a big girl. She’s capable. And it’s apparent she still smokes a lot since losing her hand. She makes easy work of lighting up, then flips the lighter shut and tucks it away in the blink of an eye. What a professional.]

Mm - I’m good. Thanks though.

[Now that her hand is free it’s smooth sailing!]

Got any more mortifying stories about my dead gay brother? [The slightest snort.]

[leavethisbookalone]

[ All the bravado's gone now because he's thinking about it, too. His nose wrinkles the point of shifting his glasses. ] Yeah, that's cool, I don't wanna remember it happened.

[ He knows. He knows she can do it and is kicking himself for asking. It's why he said want. She doesn't need help. It would just...be nice if she asked again and he didn't immediately get everyone maimed and/or dead in response.

His laugh is a snort, too. ] Stories and all the practice duct tape wallets for days.

[detoxes]

[Okay now she’s outright laughing through a puff of smoke. Cigarette perched between her fingers, she tries not to cough.]

You did it to yourself, man. [There’s a point in his direction, a bit of ash drifting down. Then she’s clearing her throat and going back to casually puffing.]

Ah youth. Seems like ancient history sometimes.

[leavethisbookalone]

[ No, yeah, she's right. It's all fun and games until he remembers it's not like he rebuffed David's rehearsal advances, so like, really, who's that joke on. ] Yeah, well. You know me, maxed out intelligence stats at the sacrifice of wisdom.

[ Another snort, less jovial but no ill intent. ] And look at us, a couple of old war vets cringing about the good old days.

[detoxes]

Oh I do. [She grins. He’s booksmart - that’s about it. It’s cute.

She flicks the cigarette, then takes another drag. When she exhales it’s slow.] War vets. That’s sure a way to put it.

[She’s still not quite sure how they managed to make it out, but she’s not going to be ungrateful.]