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[restinglichface]

[Open rp post for Lup,
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[restinglichface]

Oh! Sup.

[For how difficult it was for Barry to work up the courage so approach and call out to her, Lup turns to him with the kind of ease it takes years to learn, her phone stuffed down the front of her shirt and her headphones pulled down around her neck.]

What took you so long? Stay behind the kiss Mrs. Mars' ass?

[But she smiles wide, like it's a harmless tease, before she's reaching over to shove his shoulder. Not as hard as she might if she was shoving him into a locker, just enough to jostle him.]

So what are we doin'? Headin' to your place? Can we grab a snack there?

[barold]

Oh, u-uh— i-it’s Mr. Mars, but uh— no, I left as soon as th’bell rang... Took a while t’find ya, heh...

[Lord above, strike him dead. He’s so awkward.This crazy hot girl is actually talking to him like he’s an equal, teasing him, touching him, and Barry looks like he’s going to sink into the ground with shame. Is it hard to believe he’s the same boy she’s been talking to online? Maybe.]

Y-Yeah, I think that’s— yeah. My house is closer than th’mall. [Barry doesn’t like malls anyway.] Mom’s probably out with some old work friends, so we can hang out... W-We have ice cream in th’fridge if y’want.

[Hands wringing nervously around the strap of his book bag, the boy hesitated before speaking again.]

Do y’have a sneaky shortcut outta th’school grounds, or..?

[restinglichface]

Ice cream in the fridge? Weird.

[That is definitely going to be what she focuses on after everything he's just said. What a total weirdo.]

Duh, I know all the best ways off the property without getting caught. C'mon, thug. Just follow me.

[Before she gets seen from across the field and dragged back to the detention she's been avoiding for at least two weeks now. Lup spins in place, her long hair fanning out behind her and whacking the young man, before she's striding away with her usual confidence, expecting Barry to follow. Her 'secret' way off of campus isn't that secret - a whole in the fence beyond the track field, just out of sight because of the bleachers. When they arrive, she just ducks through it without waiting, like she's been using it consistently for the last four years.

On the other side, she turns and taps her foot, waiting.]

Freedom's just on the other side, my guy.