[Ah. Mm. Feels bad, man. Therion hesitates, then busies both his hands unnecessarily in digging his phone out of his pocket.]
Right. Uh, here. Why don’t we trade contact information, so we can always find each other from now on?
[He’s pretty sure, as impaired as she apparently is, he could get away with only jotting her details down, but this is the far more natural way to go about it. Worried, he studies her face to see if she’ll bite.]
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Right. Uh, here. Why don’t we trade contact information, so we can always find each other from now on?
[He’s pretty sure, as impaired as she apparently is, he could get away with only jotting her details down, but this is the far more natural way to go about it. Worried, he studies her face to see if she’ll bite.]