Oh my. Um, sorry for the delayed response, first of all. I was asleep. You might be asleep right now, so again, sorry.
Um... You're saying you need romantic advice, right? I don't mind, even though I'm probably not the best person you could ask. It's not like you're... And he's not... Oh, I don't know. It's fine, is what I'm saying. It's just the two of us, right? I can't leave you hanging if you really need the help. And besides, your "nigh incomprehensible rambling", as you so put it, is making me nervous. And, admittedly, curious. Who's the lucky boy?
That's one way of putting it. In actuality, every time I'm around him it seems to induce the worst kind of word vomit. Not carefully controlled metaphor overloads, but the dumbest shit that has ever spewed forth from any orifice of my body. It's... Nerves, I guess?
Nerves aren't a bad thing. Just a really, really annoying thing. Do you want to do anything about them? Be more direct, see if he's interested? Or would you rather try to sort yourself out a bit more first?
Response: November 9th, 8am sharp
Um, sorry for the delayed response, first of all. I was asleep.
You might be asleep right now, so again, sorry.
Um...
You're saying you need romantic advice, right?
I don't mind, even though I'm probably not the best person you could ask.
It's not like you're...
And he's not...
Oh, I don't know. It's fine, is what I'm saying.
It's just the two of us, right? I can't leave you hanging if you really need the help. And besides, your "nigh incomprehensible rambling", as you so put it, is making me nervous. And, admittedly, curious.
Who's the lucky boy?
November 9th, immediately
[ ANd then. Five minutes later. After typing and retyping walls of text and deciding they aren't good enough. ]
Akoya.
November 9th, immediately (let's just assume they're going back and forth at this point)
...Oh.
I hadn't thought he fancied boys, but now that I consider it...
It makes a lot of sense.
In a good way.
Did he flirt with you, or...?
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There's been some mutual lowkey flirtations.
I think.
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You think? You're not sure?
But it's still giving you that, erm, warm and fuzzy feeling, right?
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In actuality, every time I'm around him it seems to induce the worst kind of word vomit.
Not carefully controlled metaphor overloads, but the dumbest shit that has ever spewed forth from any orifice of my body.
It's...
Nerves, I guess?
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Just a really, really annoying thing.
Do you want to do anything about them? Be more direct, see if he's interested?
Or would you rather try to sort yourself out a bit more first?