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"i have literally never been called creepy before." she says, having already half given up on trying to change his mind. something gives her the feeling that he just wouldn't let it die, regardless of whatever excuses she has, or doesn't have. for a moment yixia's almost convinced that maybe he's right, even her trademark outgoing self would be taken aback if someone came at her with a (terrible) joke at the most unsuspecting moment. but for what it's worth, to his credit, he seems to be handling it quite well, which is just bout all she needs. "yep, you got that right. it's not much, but it's something. which is why i'm trying to get my youtube channel going. because as much as i like tumbling around in short skirts, i could break my neck anytime and you know, medical fees are so ridiculous sometimes." another information overshare on her life as she rambles, perhaps trying to distract him so he doesn't notice the little mission she's on that involves his phone. "and no— i left it in the bus!" and then she's leaning sideways and back, carefully angling the screen away so he couldn't see her own number and the cute 'unicorn' emoji she's placed next to her name. "it's not my number!" a blatant lie, as she holds up a hand as if to stop him as she brings the phone to her ear, as if waiting for the call that wouldn't be answered to go through. "it's not my number, but i can give you mine if you want! i'm a very good texter, just so you know."
❝ i won't call the police on you... but i still think you're creepy. ❞ maybe not in the traditional sense ( since she was probably the most unassuming person he's ever met in his life ) but speaking with some stranger on a park bench didn't exactly scream 'innocent' either. at this point, first impressions are well imprinted in his mind which was an accomplishment in itself considering there wasn't much space left to begin with. ❝ competitive... cheerleading.. that's a thing? you get paid and get awards and stuff for tumbling in short skirts? ❞ his voice is of genuine curiosity, having never really paid much attention to extracurriculars such as the aforementioned. a small click of his tongue and what could've been seen as kindness at first turns right back to annoyance, and cyrus flexes his fingers gently as though itching to take the phone right back from her grasp. ❝ i was trying to be nice but i guess you don't want that. i don't care where your phone is. knowing you now, you probably dropped it in the toilet or something during your incredibly long piss session. what... ❞ eyes narrow and he straightens up in his seat, only to scoot way too close to peer down at his screen with his entirely too-long neck. ❝ what are you doing? is that your number? you're supposed to be calling someone to come GET you! ❞