Blanca; catch-all

[misstrust]

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[papasha]

[He really shouldn't, but he chuckles in amusement. LISTEN. The image is funny, sue him.]

All right. Hopefully, things should go according to plan. If not, I can speak to you about it on Friday.

[misstrust]

Let's hope we're both here by Friday.

[ Help these adults. ]

[papasha]

I know things are grim and dire beneath the surface, but let's try to be at least a little optimistic, Miss Dorothy.

We'll both be here by Friday.

[He hopes.]

[misstrust]

And we'll fall into each other's arms.

[ Clearly. ]

[papasha]

[This gets him to laugh quietly.]

I'll tell you what: if we're both here by Friday, I'll allow you to fall into my arms once.

[misstrust]

[ She wags a finger at him. ]

I shall need it, so please remember you said that.

[papasha]

I promise to remember.

[Get it?

because they keep

losing memories.

It's a bad joke, he's so sorry.]

[misstrust]

[ She just.

Reaches out to flick him in the forehead. ]

[papasha]

[OOF. He make a dramatically pained expression even if it doesn't hurt.]

It was in bad taste, I'll admit.

[misstrust]

It was. I suppose I should be lucky that I haven't forgotten how to groan at terrible jokes.