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fibber overflow; notnotsasha

[starryeye]

[ah yes. Tim. Orla's mood darkens slightly at mention of him, but the advantage of text is not having to show it.]

I think I'll be very sad if I'm not invited, then.

[notnotsasha]

I'm glad you'd be sad about that, oddly enough.
I'm [...] not usually so forward with someone I barely know.
And you were hurt--I am so bloody sorry.

[She'll likely forever feel awful for not seeing to Orla's injury, but fuck all there was so little thinking beyond just that: Fuck.]

I don't know if it helps, but you were so amazing then.
I'd like to know you better.

[starryeye]

Chris fixed me up in the morning. Someone with fragile bones should know better than to go picking fights with men twice her size.

[She's being kind of flippant about it, because it's all boat shit. Even if it maybe awakened some shit in her, she knows she'd never have pulled some of the shit she pulled on the boat if they were in their right minds.]

I wouldn't count too hard on me being amazing again, if we do get to know each other better. I'm not always like that.

[notnotsasha]

I'm so glad Chris was able to help.

[Because she couldn't do a goddamned thing beyond want to fuck her senseless.]

That's perfectly all right.
If something were to happen again, I'd like to hope it would be our unaltered choice, you know? Clear mind.
I meant more getting to know you as a friend.
If you wouldn't, I would understand.

[starryeye]

I make fuck buddies easier than friends, tbh. But sure. We can give that a shot.

[Sasha seems, like, WAY too soft and nice to really want Orla as a friend. But. They'll see.]

[notnotsasha]

Fair enough.
I just think there's more to you than what happened.
And if anything beyond sex is not for you, then that's really okay. I really don't mind that at all.

[starryeye]

We'll hang out. See what happens.

I don't let a lot of people see "more."

[notnotsasha]

I understand.
Seriously. No pressure.