(He would be correct.)
Dal? Well, Dal my totally-not-embarrassed acquaintance, itβs nice to meet you!
(Innocent smile.)
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(Staring momentarily..she smelled like another vampire..he huffed.)
Well, call me Dal I g-guess!
(She puts her hands up in surrender) Okay, okayβ¦ π«ππ₯ππ±.
My name is Anita. And you are, my definitely π§π¨π embarrassed and flustered stranger?
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......I-I'm not embarrassed by anything!! O-okay?!
(Crossing his arms.)
Who the fuck are you anyway??!!
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Well, it seems like youβre embarrassed by it!
Iβm just saying you shouldnβt be.
(Fanged smile)
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Shame? What shame? I totally don't know what you're referring to.
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Thereβs no shame in it, darling!
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No I totally don't have a thing for size..no..what would draw that conclusion? It's just..coincidental two of my male partners stand regularly above 6ft...-
