[oh ... that's a pretty high compliment coming from an idol Spice Girl, who he figures has probably met her fair share of Daves by virtue of that job title.]
She doesn't need to worry — he's cool. [he'd be saying that regardless of actual status, but. Rion probably knows that.]
[he closes his laptop and tosses it casually on top of his pillow, then swings his legs over the edge of the cot. he knows he needs to acknowledge his fuckup here, but letting his guard down and admitting he's way more sensitive than that gridiron coolkid shield of his might imply sounds.]
[wow. completely awful. how the hell does he do this? it sure is a mystery.]
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She doesn't need to worry — he's cool. [he'd be saying that regardless of actual status, but. Rion probably knows that.]
[he closes his laptop and tosses it casually on top of his pillow, then swings his legs over the edge of the cot. he knows he needs to acknowledge his fuckup here, but letting his guard down and admitting he's way more sensitive than that gridiron coolkid shield of his might imply sounds.]
[wow. completely awful. how the hell does he do this? it sure is a mystery.]