Resident President Meme
Darlyn laughed just a bit sooner than she, being just a bit swifter to reach the, other meaning. She hadn't meant it, clearly, from how she laughed, and so she thankfully would be spared some sense of dignity from an awkward acceptance of such an offer. Instead, he walked past, shoes placed neatly by the door as the black robed man moved to a cabinet, looking over many a bottle. "I don't actually keep wine here, I do have just about anything else though short of the cheap stuff. Do you like Commenori brandy by chance? I have more than a few bottles here." Just in case, he tried pulling out a bottle to examine it, all to be sure it was still closed. He did want her to trust him, after all.
"As to the couch, it's not exactly a 'go sleep on the couch' kind of couch is it? So I only lied if you think of it as all encompassing. I simply meant no couch that was long enough."
[member="Silfe Sosuri"]
"As to the couch, it's not exactly a 'go sleep on the couch' kind of couch is it? So I only lied if you think of it as all encompassing. I simply meant no couch that was long enough."
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