Elm: Um...
Sam: what-?
Elm: Would it...be forward of me to ask you for your number...?
Sam: oh- uhm- sure- -he pulled out his phone-
Elm: T-thanks...
Sam: your welcome-
(so uh he has an old phone not ones where you can only text and call but its just an old phone- why is this important? i do not know)
(also im to lazy to come up with a phone number on the so- pretend he already gave it-)
sorry my mom needed something))
Elm punches in his number and hands the phone back
(idk what to so pretend he said something and had to back to his apartment for whatever reason :|)
Sam: -he's is now petting max because he wouldnt leave him alone-
Max: -he just purring-
Elm goes off to do M Y S T E R I O U S T H I N G S.
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ﾟ elm was An Impostor. 。 .
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Sam: -just chillen-
-time skip?-
