Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 8, 2017 4:25:30 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]Random Melanie Martinez Muse [attr="class","litags"]Swimsuit Borrowing the secretary [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]A slow turn would occur. Scarlet eyes would side eye the father of one of her students. Was she that sexually frustrated that it was showing so drastically? She hadn't thought she was but if this man could see it as clear as he was making it sound ... In one smooth casual motion the professor would pluck up her folded sunglasses. Never once deterring her eye contact the arms would be unhinged and slowly slipped onto her face. The sunglasses were evidently necessary. "I get your drift." Would be her response as the large sunglasses slid onto her nose. The subject of the conversation had gone down a certain pipe. The sort that she usually didn't until she was more familiar with them. But glancing his way and his comfort in using such blatant sexual innuendos, it reminded her of Reese. The comparison was uncanny in the moment. The innuendo wasn't directed at her after all. This was something they shared in common. "I'll try not to take all of your business away." Emiko would say with the smallest of smirks, replying to his previously said 'job'. "Not purposefully at least." One hand would continue scritch scratching Mogi's soft head while the other would drum her fingers tips upon her beach towel in a mischievous manner. Talk of a possible date would be shared and the offer would be considered as such. "As long as the individual is professional and private in matters that should be," Em would turn to fully face the young man beside her, "I wouldn't mind borrowing your little secretary. That's a specialty of mine." However anymore conversing of sexual matters would have to be paused. The hunter's daughter was returning after all. "Oh no, I don't think Mogi could be trouble even if she tried." The smile would widen as Emi's attention went doggo-wards. "I think we did." Emiko would respond, offering the runic student an innocent enough smile. "Your father is lending me his secretary for help in reorganizing some personal paperwork of mine. I'd be thankful for the phone number whenever best works for you. Tax season isn't quite here yet." |
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