[ problematic. that's the word he would pick. his device vibrates, pulling him away from his current objective and he's left sucking in a hiss through his teeth because that's notโis anyone looking? how long has his screen been open? he'd opened the message thoughtlessly, taken a sip of his drink, and yeah. yup. mhm. choking's nice. feels great. sputtering ( jesus, oliver, how old are you? ) only draws more attention and he sinks in his seat and cups his hand over the screen, desperately longing for privacy covers. composing a reply takes a few minutes, perhaps longer, as he tries to wrap his head around why this happening; he can grasp the what.
because he does ( god help him ) recognize those thighs and the username. but just to be sure: ]
Wynonna?
[ what else is there to say? he doesn't want to come across as over or under enthusiastic but the photograph's coming from out of nowhere. ]
( ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐: ๐จ.๐ช๐ฎ๐๐๐ง )
because he does ( god help him ) recognize those thighs and the username. but just to be sure: ]
Wynonna?
[ what else is there to say? he doesn't want to come across as over or under enthusiastic but the photograph's coming from out of nowhere. ]