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Justin Finch-Fletchley (finch_fletchley) wrote in strugglewithin,

Justin stared at her, his mouth moving in some silent quest to form words. It wasn't going very well. She was joking about the practice, right? She had to be joking, and yet it sounded like the best idea he'd heard possibly ever. "I'm probably not that good at it," he said, finally finding his voice again, and blushing horribly. He was starting to think he'd never be a normal colour again. "I haven't done much, just Susan once. To see what it was like, and she didn't want to do it again. So, you know, must not have been all that good."

He sort of wished he hadn't just admitted that.

Right, no one would want to talk about Economics, so he wouldn't even have to find out anything about it. He was about to write it down, but then she was telling him that he was sweet and cute... and fanciable? And hugging him. "I am? I mean, you're sweet to say so."