One on one anyone? {CLOSED}

((HONESTLY THO))

(IT IS DA BEST. LIKE I CAN'T GINJILRUGIAJNSAHBI. ONE OF THE DRUNKS, AND HEY LOOK MA, I MADE IT ARE THE BEST SONGS ALONG WITH HIGH HOPES)

((BUT OOOOOOOHHH IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT))

(I PRAY FOR THE WICKED ON THE WEEKENDS)

((MAMA CAN I GET ANOTHER AMEN?))

(OOOOOH OOOOOH IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT We should probably start the rp before this turns into a karaoke thing)

((Yeah lol))

(soo, can u start??? i'm terrible at starting)

((Yeah but who's tapping out the thing?))

(umm, ur choice.)

((You wanna be it?))

(sure? I mean Zora is always hyper so she probably would have been tapping the thing out.)

((Okay!))

Libby hummed softly to herself as she typed away, deciding to work on her essay in the library before she had to leave for home.

Zora was tapping her fingers on the desk absentmindedly as she read her favorite book.

She looked around for a few minutes, catching the sound of someone tapping their fingers, she played her usual game of translating it into Morse code. She blinked for a few moments once she did. "What the actual-"

Zora stopped for a second to flip to the next page in her and went back to tapping her fingers on the desk absentmindedly.

She bit her lip. Well, that was creepy. She poked the other girl. "Umm… Hi?"

She looked up and smiled slightly at her. "Hey, do you need anything?"

"Do, uh, do you know what you're tapping out?" She asked nerviously

"No?" She said, making it sound more like a question than an answer to a question.

She scribbled it down quickly, sliding the scrap or paper to her.

She looked at the paper and her eyes widened slightly in shock. "I-I didn't know I was tapping that out."

"Well, ya were."

"Sorry?? I don't even know anymore."

"Not your fault… just freaked out for a sec because, well, yeah…"

"Okay then, I'm never going to tap my fingers again."