"Offputting" is when one's familiar makes unpleasantly-detailed remarks about one's genitalia, sexual history, and most embarrassing kinks. I won't take umbrage at a simple "would," particularly since I spent more time in my youth than I'd care to specify imagining what it would be like to catch the eye of an elf or some other presumed-fictional species. Though admittedly the elves of our mythology varied between terrifying tricksters, haughty tree-lovers, and diminutive toy-makers, some of which were more appealing to a pubescent dreamer than others.
But it's rude to talk about hypothetical elves when there's one politely backpedaling in text right in front of me. I'll shift to the matter at hand: thanks to the supernatural insight I possess about the future, I can say with a high degree of confidence that I'd mirror your green check with one of my own. Do with that information what you will.
[ What could be more fun than flirting at someone who doesn't know what the fuck is going on? ]
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But it's rude to talk about hypothetical elves when there's one politely backpedaling in text right in front of me. I'll shift to the matter at hand: thanks to the supernatural insight I possess about the future, I can say with a high degree of confidence that I'd mirror your green check with one of my own. Do with that information what you will.
[ What could be more fun than flirting at someone who doesn't know what the fuck is going on? ]