[Freya snorts, not looking over initially. She knew he was coming, and besides, how many people could get up here?]
I wish. Even if "highs school goth" isn't my style. Ugly thing, isn't it? [When she does glance over, her eyes linger over the hipster cider accompanied by a curiously arched eyebrow, and she reaches for one of those. She likes sweeter alcohol, sue her.]
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I wish. Even if "highs school goth" isn't my style. Ugly thing, isn't it? [When she does glance over, her eyes linger over the hipster cider accompanied by a curiously arched eyebrow, and she reaches for one of those. She likes sweeter alcohol, sue her.]
How's the app been treatin' you?