[ Usually, when a person sends a text to someone they've been thinking about throughout the day, it begins with something along the lines of a "hello, how are you". Setsura already knows the answer to that question, however, and the answer is -- ]
Your head is too high!
[ -- Chuuya is still taller than her with his one damned inch, that's how he is! And she's just been walking around, imagining him being all smug about it with his face. The nerve of this man! ]
Like you don't know! Walking around all day with that smug look on your face just because you've got an inch on me
[ Somewhere in Shitaya, there's some poor soul inching around a woman furiously typing one handed while balancing her device atop the forearm of the hand holding her sheathed blade.
[ Please what? She's giving him such a look through her device. Why hasn't video been invented yet? She's not much for emojis and she couldn't begin to guess which one would accurately convey her feelings about the matter. ]
I'll be OK when your head isn't so high. Stop making that face!
You don't know that and besides, I have a very vivid imagination! You're definitely smiling right now. It's probably pulled a little to one side! Kind of slight?
No, you need your feet. You're a snappy dresser and you can't be properly snappily dressed without a snappy pair of shoes.
It's your head that's the problem, remember?
It should be obvious.
I'd grab you by your choker and drag you down to my height. From there, I'm sure I could think of at least a couple of ways to wipe that smirk off your face.
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Your head is too high!
[ -- Chuuya is still taller than her with his one damned inch, that's how he is! And she's just been walking around, imagining him being all smug about it with his face. The nerve of this man! ]
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[Okay, he won't lie: that feels more like a compliment to him right now.]
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Like you don't know! Walking around all day with that smug look on your face just because you've got an inch on me
[ Somewhere in Shitaya, there's some poor soul inching around a woman furiously typing one handed while balancing her device atop the forearm of the hand holding her sheathed blade.
Oh, she hit enter too soon. ]
You've got someaksfdlj
[ And then, she hit enter too soon again. ]
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Hey, it is kind of nice being the taller one for once, you know? I'm not going to lie and pretend it isn't.
[Even if it's only an inch. Though all those mistexts...]
You okay?
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I'll be OK when your head isn't so high. Stop making that face!
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What face? You can't even see me!
[That doesn't mean he isn't chuckling to himself on the other side of the device, however.]
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Chuuya, you'd better not be laughing at me!
How much do you wanna bet?
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...Are you at my window right now?
[He's. He's just gonna go check. He's been leaving it open for her recently, but he assumed he'd have heard her come in.]
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It's your head that's the problem, remember?
It should be obvious.
I'd grab you by your choker and drag you down to my height. From there, I'm sure I could think of at least a couple of ways to wipe that smirk off your face.
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See, that just makes me want to know what those ways are.
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