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Chilly Boulder | Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, July 1st, 2021 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flourish_or_perishFaye was not pouting because flavor day, her favorite day in Fandom since the pollen, had ended in being stood up. Okay? How dare anyone even think that? Because that definitely wasn't the case. She was just in a random bad mood for no reason, all right? Because she was mysterious.
And even if it was the case -- which it was not -- Faye was also definitely not going to go, you know, talk to him. Despite the fact that her stand-upper lived a matter of feet from her own apartment and it would be super easy to do.
No, instead, Faye was here at the ice cream parlor, definitely not sulking into an absolutely obscene banana split and irritably scrolling on her phone.
"So many of these want me to put honey in my hair," she mused, prodding at her ice cream. "No way that ends well."
[open. Chilly Boulder continues to exist to enable weird icon use.]
And even if it was the case -- which it was not -- Faye was also definitely not going to go, you know, talk to him. Despite the fact that her stand-upper lived a matter of feet from her own apartment and it would be super easy to do.
No, instead, Faye was here at the ice cream parlor, definitely not sulking into an absolutely obscene banana split and irritably scrolling on her phone.
"So many of these want me to put honey in my hair," she mused, prodding at her ice cream. "No way that ends well."
[open. Chilly Boulder continues to exist to enable weird icon use.]