I don't know, Erica. Whatever. Serious stuff. Maybe not serious stuff. He's a good guy to talk to if you don't want to talk to one of us, is what I'm saying.
so instead you opt to end the conversation? at least I keep talking to you. which btw when i said i wanted to talk i didnt mean spend all this time typing things out. but w/e
because i thought a primer was required before i just show up.
[Your comments re: her manner of dress previously matches to how she dresses currently... she thought there needed to be a small bit of information there before any "dropping by" happened.]
thats different. i was different. that didnt have months of us being friends. unless Im wrong and we arent friends. which btw text is not going to translate my hint of hopeful joking there.
That sigh, by the way, is exactly why I gave you the primer. If you don't want to come over, then you don't have to come over. I'm not going to demand it of you.
[That's okay, because she'll just bring it up when he shows up. It's possible that this is happening a lot later at night, since Sam had the brilliant idea for them to go drinking with Santana when she showed up mid-their duet. She would've gone home after that, though, needing to see Isaac when he got home from work and also getting back to all those messages she left people.
[Erica had time to change out of the tank top and mini skirt she'd arrived in, but she's definitely not hiding anything anymore. No more loose sweatshirts for her. So, the Erica that answers the door is more like the Erica from back home.]
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[Your comments re: her manner of dress previously matches to how she dresses currently... she thought there needed to be a small bit of information there before any "dropping by" happened.]
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Just come over here and stop capslocking at me.
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[There's a long sigh.]
Fiiiiiine. Give me however many minutes it takes to get there.
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[And he actually did hang up.]
action → forever
People like Stiles.]
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Glad you didn't get lost.
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