oooh the quality c:

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“Don’t even think about it, Travis. She’s like my sister,” America warned.

“Baby,” Shepley said. “You just told him no. He’s never gonna stop, now.”

“You’re not her type,” she hedged.

Travis feigned insult. “I’m everyone’s type!”

I peeked over at him and smiled.“Ah! A smile. I’m not a rotten bastard after all,” he winked. “It was nice to meet you, Pidge.”