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Framboise: Yeah, I bet but it just seems rude!
Framboise: No way. You stick to your bed, please.
Framboise: Okay. *lays a sheet on the floor and the pillow above it. Pulls off her jumper and shorts, leaving leggings and a tank top. Lays down...
Framboise: *takes them from him* Hey, I know I'm kind of s*** at expressing my emotions but this is really nice of you so.... thanks.
Framboise: Good. D'you have like a duvet and a pillow? Thats all I need.
*It's the bonus
Readers are motivating but they aren't everything. It's bonus not the objective. If you disagree then fine but thats how I feel about writing.
Framboise: Your dad won't mind right?
Yeah but you write because you enjoy it, not because you want lots of people to read it...
You don't write for popularity, in my opinion thats just wrong.
Framboise: *nods, soundlessly going up the stairs*
Framboise: *pulls into a space outside Michael's house, gets out of the car and locks it*
*going -.-
Framboise: *mutters, speeding up* Why is he goong faster?
Framboise: *follows him, trying to drag her thoughts away from home and into nothing*
Framboise: *rolls her eyes, slipping into the drivers seat*
Framboise: Should I follow you in my car or…?
Framboise: *under her breath* Somethings always happening at home.... *normal* Only if…if you promise not to ask any questions...
Framboise: Leave me alone because its none of your business!
Framboise: Umm.... the fact that everyone has bad observation skills.