(lolololol, Sherlock vibessss)
Elide giggled softly at the statement, "Okay but what things exactly are you thinking about? I'm sorry if I'm being nosy but still, I'm curious as to what a boy like yourself could be thinking of."
Question, Who Am I? || One-On-One || Closed
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(yesssssssssssshhhhhh)
John didn’t respond. Instead, he looked at the kitchen. Jacquline rolled her eyes and whispered the name Will to Elide. A couple of moments later, Martha re-entered the room with two cups of tea. She handed them to John and Jackie. She returned to the kitchen and quickly grabbed the plate of biscuits with one hand and with the other hand she grabbed the other cup of tea. She went back to the living room and handed the plate of biscuits to Amaya and the cup of tea to Elide.
Elide thanked her quietly, taking it with both hands. She took a sip, happy to find she still indeed liked the taste of tea, “So, how long have I know you all?” She asked Jackie.
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Jackie hummed in appreciation and took a sip of her tea. “For at least. . .er. . .four years.”
“Five,” John corrected as he took a sip of his tea and stole one of Amaya’s biscuits. Amaya glared at him and slapped his hand away from the plate when he reached in to get another one. “Get your bloody arse to the kitchen if you desperately want some biscuits,” Amaya said coldly.
John simply groaned and pouted.
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(Bump?)