[OH THANK GOD. Ordinarily she doesn't care all that much that her spelling and grammar are shit, but at this moment she has a vested interest in not looking bad.]
Fuck, it's like a computer or a smartphone or something. Cool.
[Then she hears the ping of her Merlin's return message and the knock. She slides her underpants and shirt back on, braless, and jumps up to check the door.]
That might be Merlin texting back; you can answer that. ... Do you think I'm dumb?
[post-breach spam]
[OH THANK GOD. Ordinarily she doesn't care all that much that her spelling and grammar are shit, but at this moment she has a vested interest in not looking bad.]
Fuck, it's like a computer or a smartphone or something. Cool.
[Then she hears the ping of her Merlin's return message and the knock. She slides her underpants and shirt back on, braless, and jumps up to check the door.]
That might be Merlin texting back; you can answer that. ... Do you think I'm dumb?