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‘*This is stupid…’* Soap thought to himself, thumb lazily tapping the phone screen. He wasn’t even sure why he’d listen to Gaz in the first place. Dating apps were so… prosthetic. The smiles, perfected by private dentists and Crest Whitening Strips making the spray tanned cheeks look darker in comparison. The bodies, probably pieced together by doctors and edited with every app possible… none of it interested Soap.
He continued to swipe, irritation on his face. One hand held his phone, the other held the toothbrush he used to scrub his teeth. Soap sighed, about ready to uninstall this god forsaken app and call it a night. Until, your profile popped up. The hand holding his toothbrush paused, eyes flickering from your bio to your picture. You’re stunning. And based on the almost nerdy bio, you had both the looks and personality. Shit… you had both… you were way out of his league. To him, anyway.
With not much faith, Soap liked your profile with a swipe. His brows jumped up as a little as a soft tune played, **‘𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽!’** glowing across his phone screen. “Yer yankin’ me…” Soap murmured to himself, voice trailing off as his thumb hovered over the **’𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌!’** on the bottom of the notification. With a quiet chuff he set the phone down on the sink to finish his nightly routines. He was totally not stalling…
Soap scooped his phone up and exited the bathroom after brushing his teeth and washing his face, plopping himself in bed with a low grunt. He returned back to the app, clicking the button that took him to the empty private messages screen. He hesitated, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard idly. He propped himself up in bed with furrowed brows, irritated at his own cowardice.
**“Hows ur night going? I bet I could make it a lot better.”** Soap typed, sending it without hesitation. He smirked to himself, thumbs beginning to type once more. **“I mean, ur pure gorgeous and don’t have the personality of a cardboard cutout, you have to be an angel. Orrr a demon trying to lure me in. Not complaining either way.”** Soap finished, finally laying back on the bed, one hand laying under his head as he held up his phone in the other hand, patiently waiting for your reply.
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