( but could it be called a trap if one willingly stumbled upon it? even if, hypothetically, jinx saw it from a mile away -- she'll still waltz in with no questions asked or worries. at least, for him, she will do that with. it's funny, really. she once heard back home that a drop of alcohol tends to bring one's true colors or bring out something that was buried up to the surface; their truths. for jinx, she is coming to notice there is... attraction she has for him. when did it start, she can't necessarily pinpoint but it's here now, apparently.
hopefully he doesn't notice the hint of blush forming along her pale complexion. amazing? surely, he means her singing and not... actually her. after all, jinx is jinx. and jinx is wild, chaotic, a mess. her mind is way too clouded to mull over this deeply so she saves herself the problem and believes he means her singing.
speaking of singing, right. uh. lyrics. a smile as she does follow along -- swaying.
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hopefully he doesn't notice the hint of blush forming along her pale complexion. amazing? surely, he means her singing and not... actually her. after all, jinx is jinx. and jinx is wild, chaotic,
a mess. her mind is way too clouded to mull over this deeply so she saves herself the problem and believes he means her singing.speaking of singing, right. uh. lyrics. a smile as she does follow along -- swaying.
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights )