What? It's a legit thing. Guys get their nails buffed and their cuticles treated a lot! You could gain a thing or two from visiting there, I've seen how bad your hangnails get Nate.
[Nate opens the door, smiling pleasantly (and still a little amused at himself), only for his smile to drop off immediately as he registers what she looks like and takes a big step back.]
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[ One of the few things she would treat herself to if ever she had the time and wasn't off in some war-torn country for weeks on end. ]
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[ Not really, but still. ]
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ok show me a picture then
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Like. It's like you robbed a cradle, Nate. You're a cradle robber. Add it to your resume.
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[ Fine. Elena is going to put up. And by doing so, she huffs and leaves her room to go next door and bang on his door.
He probably expected a picture. Hell no. She is going to back this shit up in person— she also wants to see his reaction for herself. ]
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What the fuck.
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See?
[ Elena points with both hands to her new face. Her fresh face. A nineteen year old Elena Fisher. ]
And you thought I was pulling your leg. You're a cradle robber. Now guess my age.
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