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Post by molly rhode on Jul 28, 2016 5:30:02 GMT
"Yeah but like...I didn't expect you to do stuff like this?" She asks, motioning to the package. Well, people hadn't expected Molly to join Galactic either, so she shrugs it away. Their academy days are far behind them, and she can't say wants to go back to those days either. Molly nods, her smile widening. "Sounds perfect!" She says, excited despite the fact that she might die because all horror movies start with a cabin in the woods. She trusts Taar, and she wouldn't mind getting out of the cold. She plucks her phone from its place on the inside of her jacket and hands it to Taar. Her finger swipe over the screen, and when it's returned to Molly there's an address and instructions. She saves it with Taar's name, Venus and a couple of emojis - a snowman, a scarf, a red heart - to match. But there's no phone number. "Hey--!" She starts, but when she looks up, Taar's entirely gone from her sights, leaving her alone with her Vulpix and the package. Molly shrugs. It's still an invitation if anything, and she takes the moment to enjoy such a successful encounter. She walks back with a grin on her face, hurrying so she can get the drinks. It's a coffee date, and she'd hate to be late.
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