<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom and Shane's dorm<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 14th | 9AM<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane (@Mxyzptlk)-  <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">It was odd, and not entirely pleasant, to feel heat flare throughout her body at Shane's deliberate look only to have it be doused by a wave of what could only be described as 'cold fear' when the true topic of their conversation to be was mentioned. Sighing softly, Domino fought off a shiver and instead seemed to grow even more interested in the lid of her drink. <br/><br/>"Of course you're still my best friend--the hell, Shane. When did I ever give you the idea it'd be that easy to get rid of me?" The purple haired skater huffed and shook her head. " Look... the way I see it..." Shit. Why was this so damn difficult?!<br/><br/>Domino cleared her throat and made herself stop fidgeting. Her gaze was on Shane, serious and more than a little worried at the moment, but the urge to look away was strong. She let out a soft string of Portuguese swearing under her breath.<br/><br/>"We definitely crossed a line, Shane, there's no disguising that. But I knew better. Im a big girl. Getting off a few times together... " She shrugged wishing her own words didn't make her damn throat ache, "it is what it is." Dom ran a hand through her hair, realizing she was avoiding the more direct portion of the question. She'd set her resolve not to be a coward about this any longer but... Well, what was the merit in talking about something that simply wasn't going to be? They were friends for a reason, and D cherished that even if she didn't always go all sap about it. She wasn't looking to change Shane, not even for herself.</span>