[His smile is easy, twitching up further at the sight of hers: it's too bad they'll be off doing some official thing or another whenever this eternity of a meeting is over, or else they might get to actually know each other. He wouldn't mind that.]
I'm not very clever about these things, but... how about a poem?
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Date: 2019-06-25 07:49 am (UTC)[His smile is easy, twitching up further at the sight of hers: it's too bad they'll be off doing some official thing or another whenever this eternity of a meeting is over, or else they might get to actually know each other. He wouldn't mind that.]
I'm not very clever about these things, but... how about a poem?
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Date: 2019-06-25 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-25 08:11 am (UTC)A harlot was shut in the loo,
for to fill up her nethers with glue.
She said with a grin,
if they pay to get in,
they'll pay to get out of it too.
[A pause, and then he smiles earnestly. See, he knows culture.]