PRIMROSE CATCHALL

[holeful]

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[holeful]

[Pleasure district...]

No, I imagine not. Still, I'd think that would be all the more reason you'd have trouble with the cold.

[femmefinale]

Keep the right company and you can stay warm even on the coldest of evenings.

[holeful]

...


[Pleasure district.]
Is that an innuendo?

[femmefinale]

You catch on swiftly. I like that in a man.

[ Primrose, stop. ]

[holeful]

[Primrose, please.]

You said you worked in the Pleasure District, so...
[He is just a little flustered, though.]

[femmefinale]

Were you intrigued by that? I did spend many years there.

[ Don't tease the man, Prim. ]

[holeful]

Well, I know a lot of women are forced into sex work, either by the men they work for or their own lack of options.

[He is bad at flirting.]

So I think maybe more just concerned?

[femmefinale]

[ wow, sir.

Primrose blinks at him.

And then smiles, manner softening considerably. ]

Your concern is appreciated, but I'm fine. I no longer reside there.

[holeful]

[Local nerd cockblocks himself.]

Ah, so it's just old habits, then?
[The flirting.]

[femmefinale]

Or I may genuinely find you interesting and might be testing the waters.

[ Be kind to yourself, nerd. ]

[holeful]

[He thinks it's probably wrong to ask or at the very least mood ruining, but;]

... Are you?

[femmefinale]

Very much so.

[holeful]

...
[?????? Pretty lady???? Interested in him???? Oh, surely;]

Ah, I got my hole three years ago, so it's fine. If that's what you wanted to ask about...

[femmefinale]

... I was curious about that, but right now, I'd like to know more about you than the hole in your head.

[ Like why his self-esteem is so low, is it the hole in his head-- ]

[holeful]

Hah... Nevermind that. I want to know more about you, miss Primrose.

[Who's to say.]

[femmefinale]

Then it seems we're at an impasse. Unless we agree to learn more about each other.

[holeful]

.....

[Quick, think of something.]

I like watching tennis?