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“Oh fuck no, it was a shitshow honestly. Like a VMA’s circa two-thousand-fifteen kind of shitshow we’re talking about here,” He replied, a grin pulling onto his lips as a laugh threatened his composure, “It should win a Razzie or something,” The male listened to her giggle, a light laugh parting her own lips, and that gave him a boost, egotistically and mentally. Most pretty girls tended to avoid him like the plague, not stick around and offer a laugh or two. Cameron smiled, “I wouldn’t underestimate your cat like that. She has nine lives. There’s really no telling what she’s fully capable of, you know? Probably mind-control or time travel, or some wild shit,” The male jested, raising a hand to scratch at the back of his head, “Why would I?” He asked, “Have you taken a good look at me? Does it really look like I have any actual priorities? Spoiler alert: I don’t, and I would honestly love to spend my afternoon helping a girl find her pussy,” Another jest, vulgar, per usual with what came out of his mouth, but just as quick as he’d said it he was already moving on, “–– Onward, to Rita.”
“Isn’t that what would make it interesting, though?” She questioned, a smile tugging at her lips. “A razzie?” The girl inquired, unfamiliar with the joke, which she figured probably killed its chance at being funny. The boy seemed to exude confidence anyways, so she hoped not getting one joke wouldn’t tear him down completely. “Oh no, I could never underestimate her. She has definitely proven she’s a force to be reckoned with, although she has showed no signs of being able to do either of those things.” Cleo let out another small giggle, a little less nervous this time. “Well, since you’ve clearly got nothing better to do, we’d better get looking.” She smirked at his joke. Her sense of humor was always something others would never expect from her, finding the most inappropriate jokes amusing.
