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[sophielicious]

/I didn't ask if you knew what I was doing, or if you were fine. I asked you to get your jacket so we can go dancing./

[laserguy]

[MOODY.]

I don't even like dancing.

[sophielicious]

/Course you don't. I do, though. I'll teach you so you can not look like a log at parties./

[laserguy]

And what if I say no? Don't feel like it.

[sophielicious]

/I don't look half as pretty when I pout.

Imagine the wrinkles it'll give me by the time you leave that room. Horrifying./

[laserguy]

[BIG MENTAL GROAN.]

Fine whatever, I'll come out. Such a pain in the ass.

[sophielicious]

/Thank you for not adding botox to my to-do-list.

Come on, car. Love you too./

[laserguy]

Just give me a few minutes.

[That note of grumpiness doesn't leave his telepathic thoughts, but at least Scott is moving now-- and just as promised, he'll be out by the front door in a few and dressed in his regular clothes. And his standard leather jacket. Guess a part of him is still listening to Sophie after all...]