[ Sypha’s gaze settles on Trevor - she doesn’t have a room. Why would she have a room. Trevor pulls himself away from oh my god, he’s floating to focus on her question. ]
I have a room. Which means that you do, I suppose. And-
[ Sypha clears her throat pointedly. ]
-fuck. Stone me, then, I guess I’m rooming with an unmarried girl. Good thing dad’s not here to beat the shit out of me.
[ ...who was it who was two minutes ago lecturing Sypha on having one’s priorities straight? ]
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[ Sypha’s gaze settles on Trevor - she doesn’t have a room. Why would she have a room. Trevor pulls himself away from oh my god, he’s floating to focus on her question. ]
I have a room. Which means that you do, I suppose. And-
[ Sypha clears her throat pointedly. ]
-fuck. Stone me, then, I guess I’m rooming with an unmarried girl. Good thing dad’s not here to beat the shit out of me.
[ ...who was it who was two minutes ago lecturing Sypha on having one’s priorities straight? ]