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[tristfully]

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

Anyway. Who's excited about the ski trip?

Comments

[shoulderdevil]

Vulnerable and unsavory? So charming! So alluring!

[tristfully]

[.....]

I know I said those things but, somehow, that is not what I meant.

[shoulderdevil]

Then what did you mean? You're so mysterious.

[tristfully]

I will not kiss, create with, or confess to you under these circumstances. I am in duress.

[shoulderdevil]

Aw, what duress? The pressure of time from the end of the year? My magnetism?

[tristfully]

My awareness of the inevitable death march of time has made me an easy target and you are attempting to take advantage of my end of the year malaise.

[shoulderdevil]

Well, it's friendly attempting-to-take-advantage-of-your-end-of-the-year-malaise, it that helps.

Really? Not the magnetism at all?

[tristfully]

It does help.

I never know if I like you or if you're just tall.

[shoulderdevil]

♥

You like me, but I am also tall.

[tristfully]

Maybe so.

[shoulderdevil]

Definitely so.

You'll hang out with me on the trip, right? You can't be that busy.

[tristfully]

You can tag along.

[shoulderdevil]

I definitely qualify as a main event, not a tagalong, but I accept.

[tristfully]

If you want to be the main event, you must at least pitch a schedule.

[shoulderdevil]

You, me, hot chocolate, inevitable chalet faux fur blankets, no textbooks in sight.

I realize that's not a schedule per se, but it is great.

[tristfully]

That does sound nice.

I like my hot chocolate with a little sea salt.