<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br/><hr/>She honestly wished she could focus on the part where he’d yammered on about her rack, she was pretty sure there was a huge compliment in there somewhere, but the way this conversation was going… Well, quite frankly, it had her stirring a bit uncomfortably. She didn’t really like the idea of anyone catching up to him. She didn’t like the idea of<i>anything</i>being out of his hands. I mean, he was Miles: The Wonder from Down Under. He could teleport before people could even blink. Perhaps it was silly, after all he had to sleep at some point, but he was a little invincible in her eyes. At this point they’d done so much random ass shit together that it was hard<i>not</i>to think of him that way. And the fact that he turning out to be some kind of multi-billionaire just added a cherry on top of the out-of-my-league sundae.<br/><br/>”Well first off all, fucking figures you’d be some rich asshole.” She smirked, rolling her eyes. She had no idea what she’d do with all that money he apparently had. It just sounded like a hell of a lot of pressure to her. He probably had a small country worth of people depending on his business and that couldn’t be a very funny load of responsibility to have on his shoulders. ”Two: Still can’t say I envy you either way.” And a second finger came up with that one. There really was a weird sort of freedom that came with being dirt poor. A lot of people might disagree with her but living around a bunch of expensive shit was just plain nerve wracking. If she broke one of her own things – sure, she’d be upset and feel like it was a waste but she wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. If she broke something in someone’s mansion she’d probably agonize for years over the likely horrendous amount of money she probably wasted because of it.<br/><br/>”Three: You’re not allowed to get caught.” A matter-o-factual nod came with that statement. There was just no possible way he could refute it! No way at all! ”You see, I’ve kind of grown accustomed to your face and I’m pretty sure I’d be terribly distraught if I weren’t to see it anymore.” Why did she suddenly have a British accent? Probably had something to do with the silly smile she was shining him. ”Four: Settling down is boring. Women are just as every bit as a pain in the ass as men are,” And she was talking with experience here. ”kids are fuckin’ annoying and living in one place sounds like a huge<i>bore</i>.” She groaned, rolling her eyes. Wait, wasn’t this a little contradictory to what she’d said about the cabin earlier?<br/><br/>”Huh…” Dara blinked at the sky as it dawned on her. ”Maybe living in a cabin somewhere ain’t for me.” She squinted in thought. ”I know!” She grinned and sat up, excitement lighting those blue orbs of hers. ”I’ll buy a boat! I’ll save up, buy a boat and then travel wherever the hell I wanna go.” Yeeaaah, that definitely sounded<i>way</i>more appealing. She’d get to see her stars too. ”And maybe you can be my dog? You’re already a hound as it is.” Shit-eating smirk incoming.