Joel Strider

That guy with the face.

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FO: joel. hello.

FO: or, whoever thiS Might Be, ShoulD it Be the caSe that i got it wrong.

FO: again.

ET: Dunno who this is but this is Joel.

ET: Got any news for me?

FO: oh. wonDerful.

FO: thiS iS lychee, hello again.

FO: i SuppoSe it iS not So Much newS at it iS SiMply Striking up converSation.

ET: Sup Lychee. Huh.

ET: Aight thats cool. Im just waiting around for...

ET: Hey you aint seen Rammie around have you?

FO: now that you Mention it, i have not.

FO: which iS curiouS, aS She SeeMS to roaM the puBlic rather frequently.

FO: perhapS She haS BecoMe engroSSeD in a perSonal project?

ET: Maybe. Except for the part where its not likely shes on the ship at all.

ET: Its making me a lil restless I guess.

ET: Whats up.

FO: i aM certain She will Be Back Before you know it. all thiS coffee iSn't going to Drink itSelf.

FO: however if She iS not Back Soon i woulD agree to taking action in trying to finD her.

FO: not Much iS up, aSiDe froM converSing with yourSelf. i waS hoping to Make up for our laSt rather, aDMitteDly, awkwarD encounter.

FO: which i take reSponSiBility for in full.

ET: Thatd be greatly appreciated.

ET: ...Its all water under the bridge Lych. Not something Id be one to dwell over.

FO: inDeeD?

ET: Yeah.

ET: Were cool.

FO: that iS a relief to hear, truly.

FO: thingS Being "cool" Between uS MakeS it So Much eaSier to get to know each other Better, woulDn't you Say?

ET: Yeah. But even if you gave me a hard time whos to say I wouldnt wanna get along with you anyway.

ET: Just to keep things interesting.

FO: it waSn't My intention to give you a Difficult tiMe Back then, But Specifying thiS further after our Mutual coolneSS Being eStaBliSheD iS a rather Moot point.

FO: Still, i aM glaD to hear you are open MinDeD.

ET: Itd be weird if I wasnt.

ET: But yeah. Anyway.

ET: Theres nothing to apologize for.

FO: woulD it?

FO: how So?

ET: I dunno. You put yourself in a place where you give a shit whether people come or go.

ET: It just happens.

FO: i can't Say that every perSon i have Met juSt fall into a State of open MinDeDneSS juSt like that, which iS a ShaMe. woulD Make for a leSS turBulent worlD if people DonneD a More carefree attituDe, or So i Believe at tiMeS.

ET: Mhh. Ive got other stuff to worry about to just sit on one thing for too long.

ET: Btw. Avalon is the shit.

FO: it DoeS have a rather intenSe Stench of Manure, yeS. however i aM Sure you will get uSeD to it Before long.

ET: Haha you went full three sixty on me.

ET: No I mean its The Shit.

FO: oh.

FO: anD that iS.

FO: a gooD thing?

ET: Its a real good thing. Big deal enough for people to talk about.

ET: The Shit.

FO: i See.

FO: So it iS "Dope".

ET: Its dope smokes mcgoats.

FO: i woulD Say that SounDS like aniMal cruelty, But i have a feeling thiS iS another colorful expreSSion.

FO: in either caSe, i aM glaD to hear you are finDing avalon well.

ET: Yeah. As it turns out the thing about language is you can string any arrange of words together. In any way you want.

ET: Also hell yeah.

ET: Theres just something to say about rural life. At the same time all that time by myself would be sure to drive me batshit.

ET: I dunno how yall do it.

FO: it iS unlike anything i have hearD Strung together, iS all. it iS quite intriguing.

FO: there iS alwayS SoMething to Do, for one. having yourSelf BuSieD anD occupieD iS a gooD way to prevent yourSelf froM pluMMeting into inSanity..

FO: Speaking of rural life, haS Mithun Shown you arounD hiS farM yet?

ET: Word. I got to ride Miss Amanda the yak.

ET: Shes a sweetheart.

FO: ah. i aM glaD to hear it, it iS quite the lovely place. very peaceful where it iS, though i SuppoSe MoSt of our planet iS peaceful.

ET: I feel that.

ET: Im just talking about the props yall deserve. Finding the means to stay productive and all.

ET: If its not dairy farming then its fruit farming and baking haha.

FO: well thank you. i SuppoSe it iS not SoMething you often think aBout when it iS your Daily life. all the work that it entailS.

FO: however i aM Sure the people on the u.u. are not afraiD of that Daily toll either.

ET: Daww. It aint the work.

ET: Just a lack of people.

ET: Ugh.

FO: of which place Do you Mean?

ET: Around here I guess. But its more got to do with me having to take off real soon.

FO: take off? May i aSk what for?

ET: Im doin a study with my grandma on LORAF. Shes got a lab there.

ET: Im uh...

ET: Trying to get into animal science.

FO: it iS an aDMiraBle thing to purSue what one haS a paSSion for, if you Don't MinD Me Saying.

FO: will you Be gone for long?

ET: Its an on and off again thing. Ill be back on the ship for holidays and shit.

ET: Otherwise thats what Im dedicating my time to.

FO: of courSe, it iS to Be expecteD when one SeekS higher eDucation.

FO: i hope there will Still Be wayS to keep in touch, yeS? for people to SenD you Motivational wiSheS.

ET: Yeah definitely. I cant say itll be the same though.

ET: Maybe Im just makin a fuss.

FO: it'S norMal to fuSS Before Such a Major Move i Believe.

ET: Yeah I guess so. Logically that makes sense. Lol.

ET: Ill just focus on stuff Im enjoying right now until then.

ET: Makes no sense to angst about it when it aint happening for a few weeks.

FO: alSo on an eMotional level i woulD Say, Since it iS quite a leap froM your regular SurrounDingS into the relative unknown. not to Mention parting froM frienDS anD faMily for a tiMe, which i realize SoMe people tenD to feel like iS a SenSe of aBanDonMent, when in reality you are never truly apart.

FO: ah, yeS.

FO: no neeD, of courSe.

ET: Well I mean.

ET: If youre gonna put it bluntly.

ET: Lmao.

FO: Bluntly iS often the BeSt way to Be putting thingS, i finD. Since thiS MakeS no rooM for MiScoMMunication or neeDleSS Dancing arounD the SuBject Matter.

ET: Aint nothing wrong with that.

FO: which iS why i will Be Blunt once More in Saying that it May Be BeSt to face thiS angSt Straight away rather than letting it pent up, the Sooner it iS faceD the Sooner you can Begin to work on recovery or otherwiSe proceSS it.

ET: It aint like Im not planning on processing it.

ET: The worries and stuff are honestly all my problems. No need to burden people with it unnecessarily.

ET: Like yeah. The major thing that sucks is me not being around when people need me. Or rather. Hoping people might need me is the only way Im ever really satisfied in any given place.

ET: Take me out of there and I drive myself crazy feelin useless and unproductive.

ET: So the reality of it all is I need people more than they need me. This is all stuff I realize and I know is gonna bug me til I figure out how to cope with it.

ET: I just dont have to do it right away.

ET: Everythings cool like it is.

ET: I just wanna keep it a little longer.

FO: i aM not Saying that your intention iS to keep it all to yourSelf, i Merely wiSheD to let it Be known that the Sooner the proceSS of recovery BeginS the Sooner you will feel at peace with yourSelf. that iS all.

FO: to voice your concernS anD feelingS to otherS Do not Make anything leSS Dope, aS it were.

FO: to Share one'S thoughtS anD eMotionS with thoSe that Matter iS The Shit, anD in thiS way Both partieS can rely on each other for Support.

FO: aDDittionally: you Say your thingS are a "BurDen". iS there a particular reaSon aS to why you feel thiS way?

ET: Hrrrgggh. This is how I process My Shit.

ET: I go through this period of fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck til like Zuserk for example comes over and puts one of his hands on me and tells me its okay.

ET: Then I feel pathetic and stupid for worrying but also good about myself. Which is a sign Im ready to move on.

ET: I feel like. Im getting better at it. Catching myself when Im saying shit that doesnt make sense.

FO: it SounDS to Me like you SpenD a great Deal worrying over thingS, Both your own anD otherS. yet you Struggle with accepting Support when you neeD it, even when you are glaD to give it to otherS. aM i correct in thiS?

FO: if So, then Do you feel like the people you help are a "BurDen" aS well?

ET: No. People aint burdens to me.

ET: Its more an independence issue on my end than anything. I gotta be able to keep my shit together on my own yknow?

ET: And if I cant do that then Im no use to anyone.

ET: Not saying thats right its just how Ive gotten myself thinking.

FO: inDeeD. they aren't BurDenS to you, So Do you think other people think that you are?

FO: your thoughtS anD eMotionS are your own, thiS iS all part of a proceSS. that you are thinking of it iS gooD i woulD Say.

FO: though i aSk you, Do you think that the people that you help, the people that "Do not have their Shit together" are of any leSS uSe to otherS? or iS thiS only a view you holD for yourSelf?

ET: Its a standard I hold for myself. Aint no way around it.

FO: yet you Do not holD thiS StanDarD to anyone elSe?

FO: it iS a very high one to holD yourSelf to.

ET: Yeah troo.

ET: Its been a work in progress breakin the cycle. By yknow.

ET: I do have support as much as I fuss about it.

FO: i Don't think you are fuSSing aBout it, it iS a very Difficult thing to accept help froM otherS in Many caSeS. i often feel the SaMe when i cannot achieve what i woulD like on My own, however froM what i can unDerStanD you are Doing your BeSt to reach out for thiS Support when you truly neeD it which iS a Definite Step in the right Direction.

ET: Thanks. See.

ET: I just gotta...

ET: Kick my own ass first before Im any place to be productive.

FO: not So Much "kick your aSS" aS in take StepS that are coMfortaBle anD at a pace that you can Manage.

FO: noBoDy can achieve perfect reSultS at the firSt atteMpt, nor force it to happen, eSpecially when it coMeS to MatterS of the heart anD MinD.

ET: Yeah...

ET: Jeez.

ET: All of Zuserks wrigglerhood friends kinda follow the same philosophies its like.

ET: Club self esteems up in this shit.

FO: hah. perhapS.

FO: you woulD Be SurpriSeD, not everyone haS thiS viewpoint.

ET: Well no but I mean.

ET: Xebeck. You. Mithun. Zuserk himself.

FO: SuppoSe thiS iS a coMMon threaD aMong uS.

ET: Im just wondering where it comes from like.

ET: Maybe its the isolated thing. You never know.

FO: or MayBe it iS froM going Slowly inSane froM the... all work anD no play Situation.

FO: or however that went.

FO: i aM joking. we are quite Sane.

FO: MoStly.

ET: Thats reassuring. But then.

ET: Youre a reassurin troll.

ET: I know you dont have to but Im glad you talked to me about this stuff.

FO: think nothing of it, i aM glaD to have helpeD. we are the SaMe in that regarD.

FO: liking liStening anD proviDing aSSiStance to otherS.

ET: Yeah makes shit a lil less lonely if you ask me. Heh.

ET: You kind of remind me of Zuserk tbh. Just how he talks whatevers on his mind.

FO: i aM glaD you feel that way.

FO: anD it'S a DouBle eDgeD SworD i think, how we Both Do that. it MakeS avoiDing MiSunDerStanDingS eaSy Since we Speak plainly.

ET: Do you talk to him much?

FO: But it MakeS it eaSy to hurt SoMeone'S feelin--

FO: on occaSSion, yeS. MoStly he likeS to Be arounD Me while Doing hiS own thing i Believe.

FO: i finD hiS preSence calMing, even if he keepS taking noteS SoMetiMeS.

ET: Haha that sounds like him.

ET: I remember how he started talking at me cuz the thought i had a list of questions to asked. But then that turned into overly personal observations?

ET: So couple that with my competativeness and Zuserks irregard for self boundaries and it got out of control.

ET: Holy shit.

ET: Its been six months by now. Fuck.

FO: perhapS a celeBration woulD Be in orDer then.

FO: that iS a MileStone, to Be Sure.

ET: Uh yeah. Do you ever just date people for whole periods of time like its nbd.

FO: i have not DateD anyone in a traDitional SenSe, So i woulD not Be aBle to tell you.

ET: How come? Seems like itd be up your alley.

FO: i have not haD any DeSire to have a relationShip that waSn't Strictly phySical aS of yet.

FO: perhapS one Day i will, once the right perSon arriveS anD i aM aBle to recognize My feelingS aS roMantic.

ET: Lol. Fair enough.

ET: Theres honestly no rush its just.

ET: Weird. When it happens. If it happens at all.

FO: yeS.

FO: i iMagine So.

ET: Subject change.

ET: Im heading out right now so Ill catch you later Lych.

FO: ah, yeS. i ShoulD get Back to it aS well.

FO: i hope you will have a gooD Day joel.

ET: Right back at ya.

ET: Peace.

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MITHUN: *It's ][ard to keep awaY w][en t][ere's an animal. EspeciallY w][en t][ere's a babY. Even more w][en ][e can FEED t][at babY. Mit][un ][as provided t][e malk but ][e ][as so manY different tYpes. Knock knock on Joel's door, a big glass bottle against ][is ][ip* JOEL: *Jeez. He wasn't exactly expecting company so soon. Takes a break from cleaning up his robot work table and moves to answer the door. Lei Lei herself is busy rolling around in the hammock above his bed. The actual place he sleeps after all. And there's Mithun.* ...Oh. JOEL: Yeah. I forgot you wanted to send more milk over. My bad. *continues standing there* MITHUN: ][eY Joel. =Smiles, all friendly and shrugs= Welllll, I onlY ever let ][er ][ave at a few I broug][t wit][ me. =At least four= Still got loads more she mig][t prefer. =He's not going to barge into anyone's room= JOEL: Arent you a gentleman for spoiling a lil lady. *stands there with a pointed silence.* So. JOEL: I take it you wanna come in? MITHUN: U][... Well it is Your room. I don't mean to intrude. =Furrows eyebrows= JOEL: Could just ask me bruh. *Okay, he's stepping back to let him inside.* MITHUN: *grins but in a friendly manner* Don't ][urt bein' invited neit][er! =Walks on in and there she is. He takes off his hat... is there a place to put it. Hat rack? Coat rack? But Lei Lei gets cooes either way* MITHUN: Broug][t You more fres][ milk lil miss. JOEL: *No hat racks or coat racks. This is teen room for a teenage dude. There's a ton of homemade stuffed animals though. Joel closes the door behind him. As Mithun addresses the kitten, she appears concerned about this New Thing. Starts leaning over the hammock to investigate. She jump down. Plop on plushie pile.* MITHUN: *Why would you not have a coat rack at least? He crouches with the milk bottle and pours her some into its lid to sample* ][ow'd s][e take to the Blue Larimoon's? And, d'Ya ][ave anY plae I could put t][is? =Turns to his host, holding up the hat= MITHUN: Dunno w][at's all important in ][ere and w][at ain't for random stuff on it. JOEL: *There is exactly one coat hanger in his room, which is currently occupied by four or five jackets. Joel just gives him a LOOK and takes the hat.* Yeah okay. JOEL: ... *turns it over his his hands.* .................... *puts it on?* MITHUN: *Can it even fit? Still he snorts regardless of that look* Well.... I s'pose t][at is a place. JOEL: *It basically sits on top of the puff of his hair.* Its a nice hat dude. Its safe here. *Lei Lei dabs at the lid with one paw and starts licking the milk from there. Dab dab. Lick.* MITHUN: *WEEPS. Sits down with her and just.... bends his legs a little. He can't criss-cross applesauce not that flexible. Especially not in jeans and boots* I'll trust You wit][ it. I onlY got t][ree ot][ers! JOEL: *That's just. Plain unnecessary. Wow. Why did Joel have to stand at exactly this angle? He's moving for his work bench now. Sets the hat on top of the lamp as he sits.* I can tell. MITHUN: *It's the power of the hat* Yea][? I onlY ever worn t][at one just 'cause it's alreadY out. MITHUN: Figured I'd bring some ot][ers just in case somet][in a lil more formal goes on! JOEL: No I mean. It looks worn out as hell. But yeah hah. JOEL: I gotta admit thats good foresight. MITHUN: O][.... ][a][a][a can't even get mad at t][at! It is one I ][ad for a long time. MITHUN: Sometimes t][e animals like to take a lil nibble. JOEL: Rip in fucking rest. *speaking of which, Lei Lei is sticking her paw on the lid and. Yep. Toppling it over. There goes the malk.* JOEL: Dude. MITHUN: *Ears perk* Aw s][ucks! *Mmmmmm he has no napkins....... Who carries napkins??* MITHUN: *Picks up the lid at least and puts his hand under it* You got anY towels in ][ere? JOEL: *already leaping off the bench to wipe up the milk with some oil rags.* You sayin you didnt plan for this? MITHUN: *Good reflexes* ][a][a naw I trY not to make a mess it just ][appens.. s][oulda been watc][in ][er more close. *uses his shirt to dry the lid at least and put it back on the milk before looking to Lei* I'll just count You as not so ][ungrY rig][t now n' trY later. JOEL: Pass it. *He means the bottle.* MITHUN: Sure t][ing. *Reaches it on over after replacing the lid also finally getting a look of the place* JOEL: *Joel will be moving for the mini fridge to tuck the milk in. The rest of Joel's room is kind of a hodge podge of tokens marking his various interests. Movie and music posters, a shitty sord collection up on the wall, a guitar by the bed, half constructed stuffed animals, the robot project at his work desk. DJ equipment and speakers. The hammock. There's just a lot going on.* JOEL: There an expiration date on the milk? MITHUN: Oug][ta last to t][e end of next week if You don't put it up in a sylladex stasis. Wis][ I coulda broug][t ][er some fres][er stuff. *Still looking around then settles on the robots* Didn't know You tinkered. MITHUN: Or plaYed guitar. MITHUN: *The DJ equipment is nothing new though, he also eyes those.....swords???* JOEL: I do exactly both those things. The tinkering being an older hobby that I started dabblin into. JOEL: Could say Im a lil... rusty. *Just not any sword collection. It's a shitty SORD collection. As in from the SBAHJ franchise. There's also some real swords in sheathes somewhere in the room. Probably by the TV.* MITHUN: *He doesn't even know what that franchise is. They look like... weird art* MITHUN: T][at's good t][en, gettin' back into bot][ t][ings. MITHUN: Gotta saY I don't know not][in' about mec][anics of t][is kind but I know a strings real well! JOEL: *plops onto his bed now and picks up the guitar. Gives it a strum.* Bustin. MITHUN: *grins and gestures at* S][ow me w][at You've got spaceman. JOEL: Spaceman spaceman... *picks a tune through the cord and starts into song, vocals filling the room* Star maker says it aint so bad. Dream makers gonna make you mad. Spaceman says everybody look down its all in your mind. MITHUN: *W][at a nice voice... ][e wasn't expecting t][at but its a nice tune. ][e's still smiling crookedlY t][roug][out it t][en gestures* You write songs too or is t][at a consistin' ][obbY 'steada one You picked back up? JOEL: Not much of a lyricist. Thats more my brother. JOEL: But I can hold a tune sure. *twangs guitar, changing the beat* My name clalin all night. I can pull the wool while Im bein polite. JOEL: Like darlin callin all night. I can be a bull while Im bein polite. JOEL: *ends up snrrking* MITHUN: *Snorts along with him* You mig][t wanna leave t][e lYrics to Your kin. JOEL: But bro. JOEL: Im a classic man. JOEL: You can be mean when you look this clean Im a classic man. MITHUN: ][a][a][a. T][em ain't classics I know. JOEL: Shows how educated you are. Havent we touched on this topic before? JOEL: But I know some classics. *Gives it some thought.* JOEL: WHY do you build me up build me up Buttercup baby just to let me down. And mess me around and then worst of all. You never call baby when you say you will. MITHUN: *whistles* W][oowee t][at IS a classic. JOEL: *abandons the guitar and rocks in a dance, beatboxing now. Points at Mit and then at Lei Lei.* Hey hey hey! *This is incredibly SILLY.* MITHUN: More lYrics word smit][y? *Grins then looks to the side and nods his head to Joel's beatboxing then looks back at him* Canned jams' is all You know? ][elps for makin' the collection grow *Thumbs to bots* I reckon. S'one waY to forge up a ][obbY, recYclin' t][em, low sodium, Cambell's beats. Progresso mY friendo, some pal o' mine and in time You mig][t cook Your own r][ymes. JOEL: Oh shit. *stops dancing long enough to stand at attention, arms crossed over his chest.* Chefs cranking up the heat chopped up beats served up fresh. Only the best. Sans da bes. Hah! Even less. A pest I must confess done lost his zest. You call this a test? I call it a rest. Chin on my chest. Get out my turf man. *waves his hand off dismissive* MITHUN: *laughs, this is fun* Turf? O][ You got some now? Wonder ][ow 'cause lemme tell Ya a secret friend. Just 'cause You stake t][e fence don't mean You own t][e land. W][ic][ever stakes You claimin' t][eY ain't makin' sense, not onlY is it not Yours Ya don't got t][e rent. Your place is down t][e waY, not fit for a cattle drive. ][ere's mY down][ome cookin', ][ope You like Your steak fried. *snaps fingers at for good measure* JOEL: If youre the rustler Im the hustler. City slicka calling this country sucka from a mile. Away. Fuck just stay. You ever listen to watcha say? You sound dumber than a stack of hay. Picking the straw out your ducts brub. Giving a cry for your Mother Grub. Shits just sad. Holy fuck. You wanna ask for mad respect? Psh. Next. JOEL: If youre the rustler Im the hustler. City slicka calling this country sucka from a mile. Away. Fuck just stay. You ever listen to watcha say? You sound dumber than a stack of hay. Picking the straw out your ducts brub. Giving a cry for your Mother Grub. Shits just sad. Holy fuck. You wanna ask for mad respect? Psh. Next. MITHUN: ][ow can You ask for somet][in' t][at You alreadY got, unlike You citY boY I ][andle w][en it gets ][ot. Bringin' droug][ts to Your crops wit][ t][e fields I'm reapin', Gotc][a dazed in ][aze so t][ick You gotta be sleepin'. Ain't no sweet dreams ][ere give up on w][at You soug][t after, watc][ t][is countrY bumpkin take You out to t][e pasture. JOEL: *Okay he can't hold it in anymore. Joel is just... WHEEZING. Laughing into his hand.* Goddammit! Its like you dont got a different setting beyond dumbass hick. Hahahahahaha wow. MITHUN: *He's amused and holds up a hand* ][old on now, I can't be so dumb. And I resent bein' called a ][ick all unrig][tfullY. JOEL: Oh so you gotta EARN the right to be call you a hick. Alright. *leans onto his work bench again, shoulders still shaking with laughter* JOEL: Wonder what that entails. MITHUN: MostlY bad t][ings, it ain't t][e kind of earning You wanna do. JOEL: Sounds... duhhhhhmb. *mocking twang* MITHUN: ][a][a.. well You ain't alone in t][at assumption. MITHUN: *He's gotta get up off the floor also, thats rough on the rear* JOEL: *snrrks* Youre talking prerequisites? Im not following. MITHUN: A][][][][.... *pushes his hair back andshrugs* Na][ *Goes to lean on Joel's workbench and laughs a little* Sore spot I guess. JOEL: *shoves at him a little but not without good humor* I might know a thing or two about sore spots. MITHUN: *laughs* Y'don't saY? W][Y I never woulda guessed. JOEL: I guess it just comes with the attitude claims. People gotta clock you back in place sometimes. Other times its a swift suckerpunch to the nose. JOEL: I earn any of those yet? MITHUN: Naw, I ain't t][e violent tYpe. Don't t][row punc][es often. JOEL: Thats cool. JOEL: ... JOEL: I wont call you a dumb hick if you dont want me to. Jokingly either. MITHUN: *smiles at him, smaller than some of the others* I'd appreciate t][at Joel. JOEL: I can be more creative than that anyway. *brings the hat over and squishes it back onto the troll's head* MITHUN: ][a][a][a I'd be disappointed if You weren't. *straightens his hat and stands up* I'll let You get back to Your ][obbies. JOEL: Oh. JOEL: You dont wanna hang out a while? MITHUN: *blinks.... grins and shrugs* Well, if You likin' mY companY t][at muc][. ][a][a][a! JOEL: Im beggin Buttercup. *bleps tongue at him* Plus Lei Lei likes you. MITHUN: Animals tend to like w][oever's feedin' 'em if t][eY're nice enoug][. *Looks to the itty kitty. She's so precious* JOEL: Aight Doctor Dolittle. Wanna watch a movie? MITHUN: Depends. Are You gonna suggest a western? JOEL: Depends. You want me to suggest a western? *grins and moves off his bench* Lets break out Rango. MITHUN: You ever notice ][ow alla t][em movies end up wit][ somet][in-o, or got some kinda landmark involved. But if You're queuein' it up I imagine it to be onlY t][e ][ig][est qualitY ][ollywood exagerrationism. JOEL: Landmark? You got a problem with animals bein cowboys?? MITHUN: *Alright, that makes him pause* Animals? JOEL: Yeah. I know what were about here bro. Trust me. *plops in one of the bean bags. Pats the free one invitingly.* MITHUN: *Wearing his skepticals ...... but moves to put the butt in a squishy chair. Placing his hat upside down in his lap and stretching out his legs* Alrig][t t][en, I'll onlY judge lig][tlY. JOEL: What we say about not takin judgements at face value. *starts putting the movie on* Rest your suspenders there Billy. Its a cartoon. MITHUN: O][! *Ear perks in genuine surprise. He looks a whole lot more settled in for the movie now, even getting cozy with some rustles from his bean bag* W][Y didn't You saY so? JOEL: You didnt let me. MITHUN: SadlY mY friend we bot][ know if You was gonna saY somet][in' not muc][ woulda stopped you. :P JOEL: But how do you know you wont like somethin unless you try it. Cant just go into EVERYTHING with a closed mind. JOEL: Sounds like a boring ass way to live. MITHUN: I ain't closedminded... least not about a lotta t][ings. MITHUN: Just westerns get borin', cartoons ain't t][oug][. JOEL: I happen to like westerns. MITHUN: SorrY to tell You friend but t][eY're grosslY inaccurate. JOEL: Youre gonna have to tell me in explicit detail what life on the prairie is like. Cuz otherwise you can call me skeptical. MITHUN: *Immediately* Ridin' into the sunset's dumb, t][ere ain't a ][at wit][ a brim so low You ain't blinded bY t][e sun. ][orse included. MITHUN: Lasso's also don't work in all t][ese extra waYs t][eY use 'em. JOEL: What?? But the lasso tricks are my favorite part dude. MITHUN: T][at's just ][ow it is. MITHUN: Sure t][ere are competitions and t][ose are interestin' but it's not like all t][e special effects trY to work in. JOEL: Id like to go to a lasso competition some day. MITHUN: I could tell You next time one's bein' ][osted in mY area and You could swing on bY. JOEL: Woah thatd be kind of badass. JOEL: Id like the opportunity to travel. MITHUN: Well.... w][Y don't You just do it now? Some of Y'all do don't You? JOEL: Some of us. I just dont uh... JOEL: Got a reason to I guess. MITHUN: *nudges him a little* Don't need muc][ reason ot][er t][an t][e want.... I can't speak all t][at muc][ for it but w][en I traveled wit][ mY daddY it wasn't so bad. JOEL: *is nudged* I just know... I dislike having no direction. Traveling is fine sure but travelin for no reason? Its not all that appealing to me. JOEL: Plus... I got more than enough reasons to be stationary for now. JOEL: Who the hell knows how long itll last. MITHUN: O][.... Yea][. *He did have a lot of family here, and friends, he couldn't exactly just up and bring them with him* MITHUN: A lil distance don't sound like it'd ][urt. S'pecially if it ain't permanent. JOEL: You askin me to go home with you? JOEL: Bro... MITHUN: ][m? ][a][a][a na][ I couldn't do t][at! I'm just saYin'. JOEL: But you still wouldnt be opposed to me visitin. *poses on his side* So its basically where this is going. MITHUN: *Snorts* Well... I guess t][at's true I invited You, You seem to be prettY eager to drop bY. JOEL: You think Zuserk would wanna go? MITHUN: ][a][a][a of course ][e would! MITHUN: I'd ][ave to watc][ ][im around mY product but I don't t][ink ][e could eat TOO muc][ to make a dent! JOEL: This changes absolutely everything. MITHUN: *Raises and eyebrow, grinning* ][ow's t][at? JOEL: Its more reason to want to go is why. *he's excited okay* MITHUN: It is real cute w][en ][e gets excited over t][e c][eeses. MITHUN: *He loves to give Zuserk dairy products, it's so good for so many reasons* JOEL: Yeah I noticed he likes cheese and like. Dairy stuff. JOEL: Yogurt. MITHUN: ][a][a][a s'peciallY t][e Yogurt! ][e likes t][e stuff plain but I'll ask Miss LYc][ee for some fruit to give ][im somet][in' different! JOEL: Ugh... *Don't mind him running his hands down his face. He's quietly dying.* Youre killin me. MITHUN: *laughs again* W][en Y'all come over You'll see ][ow excited ][e gets for it. I'll ][afta set aside somet][in' special for You bot][ to trY! JOEL: That would be so fucking awesome. *ends up going quiet, thinking fondly of the bae... Gosh.* I cant wait honestly. MITHUN: *That look puts him at ease* I'm glad ][e's been makin' a lot of friends, t][anks for treatin' ][im so well. JOEL: Just guys bein friends. Its how I do. JOEL: *pauses after a moment* Although... friends is a little too lax a term. MITHUN: Yea][? *Head tilt...* ][ow lax? Y'all spendin' t][at muc][ time toget][er? JOEL: *arms resting behind his head* Id say so. What with dating and all. MITHUN: *Ear perk, eyebrow raise combo* ....ReallY?? JOEL: Yeah. I mean... *clears his throat* Yeah. MITHUN: O][... well--s][ucks! Congrats! I wis][ I woulda.... known. Aw.... ][e's alwaYs been a private fella.... *one ear flicks* Wis][ I woulda... MITHUN: ][ad somet][in' to give Y'all... JOEL: *glances at him like???* Something? MITHUN: *Drags fingers through his hair, he's already given Zuserk his basket.... he gave Helena her watermelon and some other fruit. Not to mention he gave Dove a basket for her birthday... he doesn't have that much left to make another one* MITHUN: U][..... *still clearly thinking* Well.... Yea][? MITHUN: Yea][! MITHUN: Y'know, as a gift, meetin' You proper n all... MITHUN: Dang JOEL: Haha. Wow. JOEL: Cant tell how torn up over this you actually are. JOEL: But like honestly its pretty cool?? I dont need gifts dude. MITHUN: Well I know it ain't a need. MITHUN: T][at don't make it anY less nice. MITHUN: *Besides they had that whole..... thing. eughhhhh* JOEL: Well in that case Im five colors of offended my guy. How fucking dare you honestly. JOEL: *What whole thing tho.* MITHUN: *He can't forget unfortuately, but he does laugh* I'll figure out somet][in' to make it up. JOEL: Better be nice. MITHUN: Awww don't got anY fait][ in me? I can be prettY creative mYself! JOEL: Lofty claim. Id like to see it in action. MITHUN: ][ope You don't wear Your favorite socks w][en You do! :P JOEL: Aw now thats teasin. Guess Ill go barefoot. MITHUN: ][a][a][a I guess so! JOEL: *punches him in the shoulder* MITHUN: *Snickers more then looks "offended"* ][eY now You can't go 'round ][ittin' on ot][er fellas! JOEL: That aint hitting. *punches his shoulder with his OTHER hand, grinning* That is. MITHUN: *Leave his beef alone, the laugh rolls on for a little* ][a][a, alrig][t point taken. Not so muc][ felt but taken. ][a][a][a JOEL: Hah dick.... *retracts punches but still smiling all the same* I could kick your ass if I wanted. MITHUN: Well....... *Looks off to the side* I.... ain't trYin' to insig][t c][allenge but I don't agree wit][ t][at. JOEL: What are you supposed to insight if not a challenge then. JOEL: Honestly. MITHUN: ...... *SHRUGS and laughs* JOEL: ... JOEL: I could tho. MITHUN: O][. I dunno about t][at. MITHUN: I mean, I'm not callin' You weak. MITHUN: I'm just saYin' I do a lot is all. JOEL: *lays on his side, hand against his cheek* Define a lot. MITHUN: U][][, well I pull mY cart loaded to t][e market. I ][aul mY own plow to till mY fields. MITHUN: Repair mY barns and fences and suc][. JOEL: You know brute strength aint everything right. Throwin your weight around. JOEL: You gotta know how to use it. MITHUN: O'course, I u][... I tend to trY and not get into scraps... don't like just pointless fig][tin' but. Sometimes t][ere's. Reasons. MITHUN: Not often! MITHUN: It don't ][appen on some occasion or anot][er. JOEL: I feel that. JOEL: Sometimes I just like working off the excess aggression. MITHUN: ][m, t][at does sound ][elpful. Least it gets it all off Your plate and Your s][oulders. JOEL: See? Aint nothing wrong with it. MITHUN: *..Did he just talk himself into a sparing match?* JOEL: * 8) Yes. Yes he did.* MITHUN: *Still looks apprehensive* I'm guessin' t][eres pads and w][atnot t][en? *He doesn't want to bruise this hooman* JOEL: Yep. No weapons. Nothing but protective gear and floor mats. MITHUN: And no face ][its? JOEL: None place illegal no. MITHUN: Mmmmmmm.... wellll....... I s'pose t][ere's no ][arm in it. JOEL: *pumps arm like a total dork* Yesss. MITHUN: *Snorts at the arm pump* At least You're excited, mig][t make it Your gift. JOEL: Oh shit. JOEL: Yeah its a privileged opportunity enough. MITHUN: ][a][a][a! If You saY so!

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ANANYA: -there's a KNOCK AT JOEL's DOOR. ananya is here, waiting for him to answer and shuffling her feet a little bit- JOEL: *Jamming to some music as he works on a robotic arm-looking contraption at his desk table. It's not exactly the USUAL hobby he gets up to, but lately, Joel's been feeling pretty productive. Amibitious, even. When he hears the knock, he hops over to the door and lets it swing open.* .... *Okay. This makes sense. Flips the shades off his face.* Sup Megido. ANANYA: -she forces a smile when the door opens and offers a wave- hi joel...! i was just thinking...! it's been a long time...! since we've been able to talk...! JOEL: *Wow, that smile sure was fake. Joel is the kinda guy who picks up on these things. As she might recall.* ...Well you aint wrong. JOEL: *steps aside to let her in, gesturing with black oily hands* Make yourself at home. ANANYA: -walks on in and looks around at the robotic looking arm just to shudder a little. ROBOTS ARE SCARY. EVEN THEIR ARMS. OH GOD. she forces herself to look away and plops down on a bean bag, kicking off her shoes- you seem hard at work...! JOEL: Tryna collaberate out the joint compression. Eventually Ill get it right. *moves back to the table and attempts to spruce up a little.* ANANYA: what's it for...? JOEL: Its a mecha. Like... A robot suit. ANANYA: oh...! ANANYA: that's...! ANANYA: -pauses- ANANYA: kind of scary...! JOEL: Lol. I guess so. JOEL: Find comfort in knowing its just for recreational purposes. ANANYA: ...is that comforting...? -gives him a look like UHHHH- JOEL: Building it? Yeah. *He sees nothing wrong with this.* This is the first time Im building something this advanced on my own. ANANYA: oh wow...! you should talk to my dad about that...! i'm sure he has a bunch of...! spare parts...! and robot stuff...! hehehe...! JOEL: *Oh... she means Equius.* ....Yeah Ill be sure to do that. Thanks. ANANYA: of course...! having a lot of parents means...! they can help with a lot...! as i'm sure you know...! JOEL: Doesnt necessarily mean I need their help all the goddamn time. But sure. I get what you mean. *lounges on his work bench* ANANYA: -pauses- well of course not...! i was just...! ANANYA: -sighs- ANANYA: oh nevermind...! JOEL: *side eyes her* ANANYA: anyway...! um...! -her fins flick a little nervously- how have you...? been doing...? JOEL: Relative question. *comments* Ive been doin alright. As you can see. JOEL: Frankly Im thinkin we should address the elephant in the room and ask how youve been doing. ANANYA: what...? -she looks slightly surprised even though she knows what he's talking about- me..? JOEL: *Aaaaand. She's playing coy. Gives her a look like are u srs.* ANANYA: right...! -HE'S ONTO HER. HE'S ONTO EVERYTHING- i'm...! -what's a good strider thing to say- cool...! JOEL: Well I aint about to challenge it. *Although it's very obvious she is doing the opposite of cool. No comment.* ANANYA: -flips her hair a little- yeah...! i've just been...! you know...! hanging out in my block...! JOEL: Cuz... thats a cool thing to do I guess. *Nailed it.* ANANYA: ...! -she starts to frown a little at that- maybe it has been...! a little...! lonely...! JOEL: *ends up nodding* Its good youre gettin out at least. ANANYA: yeah...! i just...! talks with you always...! go pretty well...! if not pretty tumultuous...! hehehe...! you know...? but um...! -she looks down and she just, goes from laughing to tearing up WHAT IS HAPPENING- JOEL: *kinda ends up staring on, unsure of what to do in the moments the maroon starts filling her eyes* ...Tumultuous is one way of summing it up. JOEL: ... JOEL: You uh. JOEL: You sure youre doing okay? ANANYA: -she sniffs and wipes at her eyes, still trying to smile despite the fact that tears are happening- yeah...! it's just...! i'm just...! ANANYA: no...! i guess i'm not okay...! -slight wheezing trying to catch her breath- JOEL: *Oh goddammit... He really should not be surprised that this was happening. And it's not so much that it's happening, Joel had no goddamn idea how to handle the tears. Combined with the wheezing, he's forced to scoot closer.* ... *He moves off his work bench and flops into another bean bag. Plays with his fingers, idle.* ...Tell me about it. ANANYA: -she sniffles, shrugging before finally getting herself to speak again. minutes probably pass.- i messed up...! a lot...! and...! i've made mistakes...! before...! but this was...! the worst...! i have ever...! messed up...! so that the solution...! just made me feel worse...! about everything...! JOEL: *tries to keep himself from pulling a wince. Was he really the person she should be talking to about this? But then again. He might as well be. He exhales slowly.* Well it aint like any of us are strangers to fucking up things we dont intend to. ANANYA: it feels...! weird...! hanging around people...! after that...! you know...? like...! people you've affected...! indirectly...! even though things are...! probably back to normal for them...! ANANYA: -she sniffles- do you ever feel...? like you don't belong anywhere...? at all...? JOEL: Cant be that you dont belong anywhere. Hows that make any sense? JOEL: You live here. *He's helping...* ANANYA: -she waves her hand at him- you have to know...! what i mean...! it's more absract...! than living somewhere...! JOEL: Yeah I know. JOEL: Why do you feel like you dont belong tho? ANANYA: -she sighs, wiping her eyes- it's just something i feel...! like...! like...! i don't have anybody to...! -she just stops right there- JOEL: ... *heavy pause. Oh hell no, she's not going to stop right there.* Anybody to...? ANANYA: -she shrugs a little- anybody to...! feel like they want me around...? i guess...? it just feels like...! everyone is so much better...! without...! -more tears- me...! JOEL: *nghhh* Cmon. Just cuz nobody says it outright doesnt mean youre not wanted Ananya. JOEL: Not everyone can really offer that kind of validation anyway. Nobody sane anyway. Whos got time to put into making other people feel important and nothing else? JOEL: You gotta be reasonable with yourself and other people yknow? ANANYA: -she sniffles a little more and nods- i just...! i haven't been anywhere and...! no one's missed me...! JOEL: Maybe... they just dont know what to say. That could be a reason. JOEL: You never know until you talk to folks. ANANYA: -she sniffs- have...? people been talking to me...? JOEL: But they dont tell you they miss you. *Says this aloud so she can hear it.* ANANYA: what do you mean...? ANANYA: have people been...? talking about me...? i mean...? JOEL: No??? I just. *HUFFS. He's trying to be gentle, he really is.* Youre literally sittin around here cryin cuz nobodys telling you they miss you despite you makin the choice to remove yourself. JOEL: So people are suddenly SUPPOSED to leap on their feet to look for you. Like its a given of some kind? JOEL: How does that work out in your head exactly. ANANYA: no i just mean...! i've removed myself for other reasons and...! noticed...! they're not...! trying to talk to me...! JOEL: How are people supposed to know theyre supposed to talk to you though. JOEL: Youre writing them off as not caring before even givin them a chance. *Honestly...* ANANYA: -well, when he puts it that way, she feels stupid, so she covers her face for a moment- it feels so real...! but i have no evidence...! JOEL: *shrugs* Then you cant really blame other people. Clearly this is an issue thats going on with you and nobody else. ANANYA: you're saying that you haven't heard anything bad...? about me...? that would make people not want to...? hang out...? JOEL: Why are you asking me this. ANANYA: because...! i might not be...! as crazy as you think i am...! if that is the case...! JOEL: Youre convinced everyones ignoring you though. JOEL: What. ANANYA: that would be a good reason...! for them actually...! ignoring me...! JOEL: Even if folks had enough time in the day to talk about you why would I know about it. Also. Why would I tell you and feed into this dillusion youre buildin up in your head? JOEL: Aint no way I want a part in that. ANANYA: you seem like the kind of person...! who likes to tell the facts...! so i figured if anyone would tell me...! you would...! JOEL: Okay. JOEL: Facts are. JOEL: Nobodys talking about you. JOEL: And I reiterate. Even if they were. Why would it matter? ANANYA: because...! if they didn't like me anymore...! they would need room to like me...! again...! JOEL: Christ. *rubs his temples* Except nobodys talking about you and therefore you cant automatically assume the reason behind it is cuz they dont like you. JOEL: Unless youre being crazy and paranoid as a motherfuck. In which case. Youre the one whos being unreasonable. Not anybody else. ANANYA: -she rubs at her eyes and sniffs- i just...! always feel this way...! and it's been worse since...! -she pauses, starting to full on cry again- i really miss dove...! JOEL: ... *Oh lord... Now he feels obligated to just pat. Pat her shoulder.* ANANYA: i...! the way we officially...! left it off just...! really sucked...! -sniffles and TAKES THIS AS AN INVITATION TO JUST LEAN AGAINST HIM sorry joel- ANANYA: -you are getting one whole ananya- JOEL: Yeah that... was pretty much a given. *HRRRK. Suddenly a whole fish miss leaning up against his shoulder.* I mean I was there. Sorta. JOEL: Spectating really. ANANYA: -she shakes her head, crying- that wasn't...! the end...! JOEL: ... *sits here considering everything he and Dove talked about. And now learning that THAT wasn't the end of it. Mmmmohmygod.* ANANYA: i talked to her...! after that...! and...! -well he probably doesn't want to know that- did more talking...! ANANYA: uh...! ANANYA: without talking...? JOEL: Without talking. *just making sure he's hearing this right.* ...Aight. ANANYA: um...! okay we didn't do that much talking...! ANANYA: but we interacted...! ANANYA: and then fell asleep in her room...! and then...! ANANYA: she said it's best that it was really...! over...! and...! ANANYA: i left...! ANANYA: and we didn't really...! talk much...! since...? JOEL: I think regardless of what happened. *And yeesh did things happen.* Its a good opportunity to figure out your feelings about it. JOEL: And where you wanna go from here. ANANYA: -she sniffles and nods- i don't know...! where i want to go...! i just want to...! not be alone...! and have her as a friend again...! JOEL: You... really hurt her yo. *says this as carefully as possible* ANANYA: i know...! and i...! -more ugly crying- i feel awful...! about it...! but...! ANANYA: i got hurt too...! ANANYA: after...! so...! ANANYA: i guess that makes us...! even...! or something...? JOEL: ... JOEL: Thats not how any of this fucking works though? ANANYA: -she shrugs- it seemed like...! we were going to get back together...! you know...? ANANYA: we were...! acting like it...! i mean...! ANANYA: i wasn't...! ANANYA: expecting to...! ANANYA: -unintelligible sobbing- JOEL: Yeah. But thats always been exactly your goddamn problem?? Jesus Ananya. JOEL: Acting like everythings fine and nothings bothering you is LEAPS different than actually feeling that way? Again. JOEL: Where the fuck do you expect people to read your mind? For Dove to know what youre thinking if you dont fucking SAY it. Do you know how crazy that sounds??? JOEL: You might as well left her to feel like it was her fault for fucking up somewhere and not knowing how to fix it. JOEL: When you know damn well thats not true. ANANYA: -she feels defensive at first, when he starts talking, because of how intense he sounds. but she allows herself to open her ears, open her mind, really take in what he's saying. her voice grows quiet- it was never her fault... JOEL: Well she must have felt like that and yknow what? That ends with people wondering why they should give a shit if theyre just gonna fuck it up anyway. JOEL: They act selfishly. JOEL: Cuz they can. ANANYA: -she sighs and pulls it together a little bit- yeah...! i guess that...! makes a lot of sense...! JOEL: Im just... sorry it happened at all. JOEL: Both of yall deserve better than that. ANANYA: -she nods- thanks...! i'm...! i have to fix things...! JOEL: I dont see you as havin much of a choice. What with you wanting to talk to her again. ANANYA: -she nods again and gathers herself a little more- ANANYA: joel...? JOEL: *side eyes her, shifting in his seat* ...Yeah? ANANYA: thank you...! for being...! a good friend...! ANANYA: to me and dove...! even though you are related...! JOEL: *Just. Sighs.* I know youd try to do the same for me. If it came down to it. ANANYA: yeah...! i would...! ANANYA: because i also happen...! to be a good friend...! ANANYA: :D JOEL: Lets not get ahead of ourselves Megido. Seriously. ANANYA: ...oh my god...! really...? JOEL: Really. *says flatly* I mean like. JOEL: Lets not claim stuff before we got actions to prove it okay? JOEL: Baby steps. *awkwardly paps her back* ANANYA: -snorts and wipes her face- ugh...! you're so weird...! JOEL: No weirder than you. Claimin people dont give a shit about you. JOEL: Please. ANANYA: -giggles a little- yeah...! okay...! fine...!

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MITHUN: =It's highnoon, which means that it's lunch, mostly kind of. It's weird having all this time to eat whenever he hopes he's not in bad shape when he goes back home. Either way Mithun grabs up a tray and starts to slide on down looking over his choices and grabbing up things= JOEL: *What a coincidence. Joel will jamming to some music in his headphones before makes his debut in the lunch line.* ... *That is certainly Mithun in line. But Joel ain't mad. He ain't mad at all. Plucks buds out of his ears.* Sup Mitty. MITHUN: *Oh mng, looks to Joel and nods. He won't ignore when he's spoken to and grudges aren't really his thing= ][owdY Joel. ][ow're You? =Grabs up so much food= JOEL: Kickin it. Just enjoying my afternoon same as anybody else. *If only Joel wasn't so petty not to hold grudges. Oh wait. He is.* Thought Id help myself to a sloppy joe today. MITHUN: A sloppY joe... ][eck t][at's a good idea! =He grabs that too and puts it on his tray with everything else= I'm gonna paY for all t][is food w][en I get back for sure. =Laughs to himself but puts two fruit dishes on his tray and moves down to get three waters= JOEL: Dudes gotta pack it away. Cant say I blame him. *grabs his own sloppy joe and a plate of fries while he's at it. Will be trotting after Mithun like it ain't no deal. Oh shit. Not before snags a bunch of cookies also.* MITHUN: =He doesn't mind the company and smiles at Joel when they sit, taking his hat off and placing it off to the side= It's a wonder ][ow alla Y'all manage to staY in s][ape! MITHUN: Not t][at t][e gYm don't look well used but it ain't one of t][e preferred options bein' all confined and w][atnot! JOEL: So. Youre calling me fat now. *takes his seat and starts tearing into sloppy sandwich* MITHUN: =Laughs= If t][at's Your definition of fat t][en t][ere's more t][ings to worrY about! =Takes a big bite out of his joe, it's sloppy= JOEL: What Im saying is that when it comes to staying in shape its a matter of creativity. *meat dribble on his chin now like a gross boy. Devours fries, pops open soda.* I consider myself highly capable of said creativity. MITHUN: Yea][? W][at's it you do t][en? =cracks open his water and drinks it down before making short work of his sammich= JOEL: Dancing and other various athletics. JOEL: You dance at all? MITHUN: =Licks his thumb and wipes hands on his napkin while he chews. Nods while swallowing= Course I do! Miss Dove even taug][t me some new moves at ][er partY. JOEL: Square dancing doesnt count. *straight face chewing* MITHUN: *furrowns his eyebrows* W][Y don't it? MITHUN: *Furrows eyebrows AND frowns, look at that* JOEL: *raising eyebrow like this should be obvious dude. Cmon.* Not if its the only style of dance you know. JOEL: Dance education is the same as music ed yo. Or do they not have that in troll Texas. MITHUN: You did onlY asked if I danced at all, w][ic][ I do but we didn't ][ave t][e resources for so muc][ varietY in our general education. MITHUN: We were a farmin' colonY after all. JOEL: Is this the first time youve been off? MITHUN: Na][, Miss LYc][ee and I would be off-planet wit][ our parents sometimes but mostlY we lived t][ere all our lives. MITHUN: *Digs into his salad and hums* First time t][is long t][oug][,, least wit][out familY. JOEL: Huh. JOEL: Sounds kinda cool honestly. JOEL: Dont think Ive ever been away from some fam or another. MITHUN: W][at're t][eY real ][ands on? =chews his greens= JOEL: Just how humans tend to be. JOEL: Codependent and community centric usually. JOEL: *casually swipes one of Mithun's cups of fruit. This is his now.* MITHUN: =He was about to speak but then his fruit cup got swiped= You coulda asked for it. =Eats his second salad= JOEL: Think I mentioned something about being of a community mindset friend. *chomps this grape pinapple combo* MITHUN: T][at ain't so muc][ mindset as it is rudeness. =Pouts a lil and stabs up tomatoes, crunches on all. This is a dry salad, none dressing= JOEL: Youd know all about that huh. *also stabs melon slice. He chew.* MITHUN: Well, Joel I ain't a etiquette teac][er but mY daddY taug][t me ][ow to be][ave properlY. *finishes the rest of his water and feels one ear flick* JOEL: So did mine. They also taught me theres a time and place for everything. *he can't do ear flicks but he can sip soda* MITHUN: I do imagine T][ey tried. =It's not the dads fault, you can only do so much for your children= JOEL: *snrks and chills back in his seat.* Good fruit cup. *pops strawberry in mouth* MITHUN: *Unchecked huff while he stands the salad bowls and finally eats his fruit cup* Is t][is just ][ow You are or are You sore about w][at I said YesterdaY. MITHUN: Can't saY I saw anY of t][is w][en I spoke to You before. JOEL: Both. *Not even gonna lie.* Turns out I like attempting to make good impressions on strangers. MITHUN: Least Your ][onest about it. =Drinks the juice first and then digs into the fruit= It's a prettY jarrin' transition... even t][oug][ saYin' transition is wrong in itself. JOEL: Tell me about it. JOEL: Imagine only seeing whats convenient in people. JOEL: Smh. MITHUN: It ain't t][at so muc][ as I wis][ t][ere coulda been some kinda warnin'. Unreasonable as it does sound. JOEL: People dont tend to work that way fella. *he could be smirking but nah. He's eating this banana slice of course.* Thats one thing Im sorry to say. MITHUN: Yea][ I know t][at muc][. Still don't make me anY less ][ot seein' someone gettin' ][eat t][eY maY not deserve. MITHUN: I alreadY talked to Mister Finn and told ][im w][at I ][ad to. MITHUN: It's between Y'all but I can't wrap mY ][ead 'round it still. JOEL: Least one of us has his shit together. *mumbles around fork* What I dont get is why youre so damn insistant of making it your business. I mean. JOEL: Besides admitting it gets you hot despite not understanding. Not judging btw. MITHUN: It.... It's not w][at I'm trYin' to do. =Admits, ears lowering a little= MITHUN: Just bot][ers me seein' it, watc][in' someone get kicked and rollin' wit][ it. MITHUN: I don't forget t][at so easY. JOEL: So youre gonna give me shit til the cows come home sort to speak. JOEL: Cuz youre the good guy here and Im the bad. Black and white thats all this is. MITHUN: Well....no I'll do mY best to not mention it none. Dunno w][at ][appened and I don't like diggin' w][ere I'm not s'posed to. MITHUN: I know life just ain't t][at simple but t][ere's some t][ings t][at just get under Your skin Y'know? JOEL: Yeeeeep. *pointed rests chin on palm. Gazing.* MITHUN: =Smiles= Rig][t see 'cause we're friends and I don't want no bad feelin's between us! MITHUN: So I'm doin' mY best to avoid alla t][at! JOEL: Thats too bad. Cuz Im not the avoiding shit kind of guy. MITHUN: =Purses lips= So... You wanna make t][ings ][arder t][an t][eY gotta be? JOEL: Just cuz were friends doesnt meant Im not prepared to level with you real familiar like. Since guess what my guy. JOEL: Thats where you put this. Getting in my business like its no deal. JOEL: But it is a deal. Lets not pretend its not or its something Im gonna forgive real easy. MITHUN: Never said it weren't. MostlY I regret gettin' in it for not knowin' everYt][ing but I don't feel bad for stickin' up for nobodY. MITHUN: You're more t][an welcome to feel ][ow You wanna towards me. JOEL: Cool. JOEL: Now I got free range to point out the sauce smudge on that there shirt collar of yours. MITHUN: ][m? =T][at's ][ardlY offensive, ][e grabs up a napkin and looks down to wipe it= JOEL: Made you look. *There's nothing there.* MITHUN: =Snorts and wipes his mouth instead= I t][ink I can ][andle t][at, s'fair. JOEL: Talk about bad table manners. JOEL: My impression of you has gotta be shot by now. MITHUN: =Grins= Well now t][at's too bad, I t][ink I'll make peace wit][ t][at. JOEL: *ok, he allows a little smirk there* You know Im gonna apologize to Finn right. Like. Its not somethin thats below me or anything. JOEL: I can own up to my fuck ups. MITHUN: =Finishes his second water bottle and leans back= I'm glad to ][ear it. =Fiddles with the bowls and plates on his tray stubbornly before tilting his head to the side= S'pose I did jump to some conclusions. JOEL: Thats all on you buddy. *There is just. This incredibly smug look on his face now.* MITHUN: *Snorts also at that look on Joel's face* You ain't anY kinda gracious anYt][ing are You? JOEL: Nope. You aint earned the privilege. MITHUN: I'm curious w][o ][as? JOEL: Not you. MITHUN: T][at's a given.But at least we came to some kinda understandin'. MITHUN: =Stands and puts his hat on. Smiles= It was a good lunc][. JOEL: Same time tomorrow? *still popping grapes* Cool. MITHUN: =Now it's just a little amusing= Guess it's a date t][en! =Nods and goes to put his tray up before leaving= JOEL: Now thats what I call a gent. *gonna take his time eating the rest of his lunch, listening to music now that he's alone.*

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-- zendikEbriection [ZE] began trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] -- ZE: guess whyat ZE: guuuueeeeeesss ZE: whyat ET: Im guessin somethings put you in a good mood. ET: Its gotta likelihood it was at someones expense but I aint drawing conclusions yet. ZE: yhup ;3 ZE: well hyalfsies thyere ET: Why not allsies. ZE: well cuz it was partlyh at someones expense and partlyh at someones uhy ZE: i dunno ZE: gain??? ZE: i got people to fighyt for myh hyand and thyen got a smoochy outta it ET: Hold up. Fight for your hand? ET: Im already green eyed as it is Py. You sure its a good idea tellin me this stuff? ZE: yhup ;3 ZE: emilet and ryhan thyeyh bothy called me thyeir girl an i told em to fighyt for it so thyeyh did ZE: i got me a RYAN SMOOCHY JOJO ET: Yo... A real one? ET: Im askin consensual two way street no exit real. ZE: yhup a real one shye kissed me i kissed hyer righyt back ZE: jojo im so excited i could DIE ZE: it was like fate ET: Hot. ET: About the smooching not you being excited about it. Cuz we all agree thats adorable as shit. ZE: pfffffffftttt yheahy well ZE: so whyatchya doin ;3 been up to anyhthyin CRAAAZYH latelyh ET: Depends on your definition of crazy. ET: Ive been working on the project of course. Among other things. ET: Btw something Ive been meaning to talk to you about. Aint like its a big deal or anything but. I think itd be worth bringing attention to. ZE: :O ZE: imagine me leanin in reaaaaal close ZE: myh ears are open ET: Nah. I guess its just. ET: Information I left with you in confidence. ET: Ended up circulating back to me from the last source I was expecting it from. ET: Maybe we oughta talk about that a little. ZE: ohy woahy whyat ZE: um ZE: okayh??? ET: Got around to talking to Emilet about stuff sooner than expected thats all. ZE: ohy geez :/ i thyink i know whyere thyis is goin ET: More or less? ZE: uuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghy ZE: look i was just tryhin to look out for everyhone okayh?? at least i thyink so ZE: idk its been awhyile ZE: thyats probs on me i keep bein dragged off byh myh dad ET: Hey Im not blaming or pointing fingers yo. And Im not saying the talk wasnt necessary. We sorted a lot of shit and all. ET: Felt a lil salted at the time but I knew why. I mean. ET: I know you so. ET: Yeah. ET: Its okay. ZE: sighy yheahy ZE: i hyave a big mouthy :( ET: Hey now. Its nothing I cant handle. I mean I did. ET: After fucking finally. And I got you to thank for that. ZE: yheahy im p awesome arent i ;3 ZE: im glad yhou two hyashyed thyings out thyo ET: It was a long time coming. ET: As far as other shit Ive been up to. ET: ... ET: I broke into a bouncy castle factory after hours. ZE: OMG ZE: and yhou didnt take me??? ZE: rude ET: Uh no. First of all it was a whim of the thing and second of all. It was a date. ZE: ohyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhyhhy ZE: a date hyuhy ;3 ZE: withy zuzyh righyt ET: Heh yeah. ET: Who else? ZE: dunno just makin sure yhou didnt find like a pale or black quad withyout tellin me ET: Gee. Didnt know the prospects were open. ZE: whyat yhou dont want a pale or black quad ZE: yhou all old fashyioned hyuman ZE: i find thyat HARD to believe ET: Wow. I cant tell whether thats a jab at my sentimentalities or not. ET: Its not that I dont want em. Its just never occurred to me as something worth figuring out. ET: What with the afforementioned lack of prospects. ZE: hyuuuhy so ZE: no one ET: Im lucky for having also been raised by a troll. At least I have some insight about what to expect. Or like. ET: Look for I guess. ZE: sure sure i mean pale feelins are p different from othyer feelins ZE: i guess thyeyhre someone yhou trust an want to call yhou on yhour shyit and yhou feel yhourself calmin down everyh time yhoure around thyem ET: Haha. Weird. ZE: its not weird >:O ET: Its weird like your freaky fish face. ZE: wow no YOURE thye one weird freakyh nonfishy face ET: Excuse fucking you this face was genetically designed gorgeous. ZE: hyow do u know yhour dads dont just not know whyat gorgeous rlyh is ET: After I was born they sure did. ET: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. ZE: woahy woahy woahy look whyos got hyimself up WAY HIGH ET: Dont be jealous. ZE: uhy are yhou sure its not yhou whyos jealous ZE: of me ZE: cuz ZE: idk man ET: Youre a different type of gorgeous Py n Dine. Cmon. ET: Nobody else can really compete. ZE: true ZE: im one of a kind ;3 ET: Read em and weep pretty lady. ZE: yheahy im weepin alrighyt ZE: i just got some ULTRA rare gear in myh game ET: But is it cute. ZE: mmmmmmmmm ZE: nahy not rlyh ZE: its kinda gloweyh ZE: and spikeyh ZE: yheahy ZE: its gloweyh and hyas spikes all over it its p rad ZE: but not so muchy cute ET: Glowy and spikes can work. ET: Speaking of cute the projects coming along. Slowly but surely. ZE: :O ZE: yhou got updates for me -- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] sent file front_view.png -- ET: Check it out. ZE: ohy SHIT SON ZE: thyis is lookin GOOOOOOD ET: Shucks Py. Thanks. ET: I know its slow but. Im proud of whats come out of it. ZE: yhe yhoure takin yhour time ;3 ZE: its gunna be amazeballs whyen its done ET: Hah. You need to get outta here. ET: Before I end up shoving you. ZE: nooooope never ET: Okay fine. Ill put up with you a lil longer. ZE: if yhou tried yhould come crawlin righyt on back ET: I would say its inevitable. ET: But we should game in the meantime. ZE: agreed ZE: get yhour ass on over hyere ET: Here I come. ZE: hyere comes yhou -- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] gave up trolling zendikEbriection [ZE]  --

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began trolling zendikEbriection [ZE]  -- ET: Boom chakalaka. Its me. ZE: ohy snapple snop ZE: hyeyh hyeyh ZE: whyat uuuup ET: Me sailin from above. Right on your doorstep. ET: I dunno I felt like talking. Also pryin you for more information about the fiddly doodad plans you promised me. ZE: ohyhhy yhou would wanna know thyose wouldnt yhou :3c ZE: okayh i mighyt open myh door for yhou ET: Im scratchin at your door. Howlin at the moon. ET: Here I come. ZE: dunno cant hyear anyh hyowlin yhou sure

JOEL: *faint awoos can be heard from a distance. He is outside.* PYTHIA: ohy wow thyere reallyh is a wolf outside PYTHIA: *thye door opens* :3 PYTHIA: hyeyh wolfyh JOEL: *posing at doorway and bobs his head in a nod* Hay thar purdy lady. JOEL: Fancy lettin a wily fella indoors? PYTHIA: hymmmm i shyouldnt cuz wilyh fellas can be bad news but i thyink ill make an exception PYTHIA: *STEPS AWAY to let hyer in* JOEL: *saunters in like he's the coolest kid* Guess what I bought. PYTHIA: :O wassat JOEL: *mosies to the nearest surface and produces a to-go box for her. Does the obligatory Strider brand pizza dance as he cracks it open.* BLTs motherfucker. PYTHIA: hyooooleeeyh shyit blts PYTHIA: *GIDDY DANCE and goes in for thye kill* PYTHIA: *time to snatchy a 'witchy* JOEL: *lets her have at the BLT of course. If she leaves one for him, that's fine. If not, that's fine too.* Bon appetite. PYTHIA: *DEVOURS THIS BLT* dont yhou know its dangerous to feed me ;3 JOEL: After midnight you mean? Yeah. JOEL: I live on the edge. *sits on the floor and digs into this sammich* PYTHIA: gunna gnaw yhour face off next jo *about to plop down next to hyim, but goes over to hyer desk first to GRAB UP a notebook. NOW it's time to go sit withy hyer brojo* JOEL: And here I thought I sated the beast. I only provoked her more. *eyes the notebook curiously and chews. Breaks out some soda and starts slurping.* So are those your ideas? PYTHIA: maaaaaaaayhbe PYTHIA: *eyhes thye drank* JOEL: *passes her a sodie pop as well. He's not rude.* JOEL: So what do I gotta do to snag a peep. PYTHIA: *AWESOME. Time to drank some sodie pop* mmmmmm whyat to make a boyhdude do *strokes invisible beard* hyow about an exchyange PYTHIA: of information JOEL: Ill present the offerins I can. *munching some lettuce* Whats on your mind. PYTHIA: i wanna know whyat yhou know about anyh hyot peeps wanderin around thye shyip ;3 speciallyh anyh JUICYH rumors on thyem JOEL: Hot peeps hmmmm... *considers this* Well it depends on who youre callin a hot piece. PYTHIA: maaaayhbe PYTHIA: one of thye girls PYTHIA: *sips drink nice n slow* JOEL: Lessee. *chinhands himself down and thinks on this* Ryan and Russet still have that passive animosity thing still goin on between them. JOEL: Guess they thought I wouldnt pick up on it. JOEL: ... JOEL: Colt and Little may or may not have crossed the threshold into Land of the Bold and Debonair if you know what I mean. PYTHIA: ohy shyit shyiiiiiiiit PYTHIA: our lil hyorse is gettin some :3 JOEL: Thats what Im sayin. He actually ASKED for a double date. Him. JOEL: My brother. JOEL: Im so fucking proud. PYTHIA: hyoleyh shyit PYTHIA: seriouslyh JOEL: Yeah. The Debonair is his new adult title Im tellin you. PYTHIA: i can see it ;3 PYTHIA: now i just gotta score me a babe and we can do a TRIPLE date JOEL: Test them waters Py. JOEL: Anybody you have an eye on currently? *slorrrps* PYTHIA: kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda PYTHIA: i mean PYTHIA: mayhbe two peeps JOEL: Im guessin theyre ladies. PYTHIA: one totes is PYTHIA: thye othyer aint PYTHIA: but thye othyer is also just a dude everyhone keeps pushyin me at JOEL: Oh yeah... *falls quiet after that* Yknow. JOEL: Some shit happened with that guy I dunno if you heard about it. PYTHIA: ohy snap dont tell me someone swept hyim awayh before i got thye chyance cuz thyat is hyappenin a LOT JOEL: It was a lil more fucked up than that. *finishes off his sandwich* So. PYTHIA: *stares at joel* JOEL: Emilet hooked up with him right. But then. Emilet was also hooking up with Finn. Actually dating him. And didnt tell him. JOEL: Orphus I mean. JOEL: And shit blew up. PYTHIA: omfg JOEL: Yep. PYTHIA: thyeyh better hyave bothy dumped hyis dumbass PYTHIA: ems thyat is JOEL: ...See Finn knew about it. But is still with him??? *Oh man. This is making him mad again.* Orphus dumped his ass real quick. JOEL: But Finn dont got the sense he was born with. Its really messed up IDFK. PYTHIA: whyat thye fuck PYTHIA: whyaaaaaaaaat thye fuck PYTHIA: wow PYTHIA: okayh PYTHIA: so finns a digital dummyh an ems thye twat we all knew hye was so thyats not new JOEL: *rubs his temple a little* Yeah... And its just. JOEL: Messed up three ways til Sunday. JOEL: ... JOEL: Can I admit somethin to you? Nobody else really knows this cuz. Quite frankly I dont give a shit enough to bring it up again. PYTHIA: wazzat JOEL: Before him and Finn were a thing Em got to confessin he had a thing for me. *...ends up making a face* I didnt know what to make of it at the time. I guess... I just felt bad? JOEL: I felt like I spent a damn amount of time leading him on or something. Without meanin to. JOEL: Then Citrin tells me he went and pulled somethin similiar with him and now it just. Pisses me off. PYTHIA: omfg is hye just goin an tellin everyh boyh hye likes em cuz JOEL: It only mattered once... Zuserk and Ruleus were stealin our respective attentions. *glares at nothin in particular* JOEL: Hes a fucking mess. PYTHIA: can i punchy hyim JOEL: Uh. JOEL: I really rather you didnt. PYTHIA: aw man whyyh not :/ JOEL: This is meant to be kept in confidence you understand. PYTHIA: maaaaaaaan PYTHIA: whyyhd yhou hyave to do thy PYTHIA: *thyat to me JOEL: Like I said. I dont give a shit enough to bring it up again I just... wanted to talk to someone about it I guess. JOEL: *pats her shoulder* Sorry Cherry Pie. PYTHIA: *pouts* JOEL: *she's cute...* JOEL: So now you got dirt on me. JOEL: Lets see your sketches. PYTHIA: fiiiiiine yhou earned i- wait PYTHIA: do yhou got anyhthyin on uhy PYTHIA: thye othyer PYTHIA: *shyiftyh eyhes* PYTHIA: ryhan JOEL: *Oh MAN, Joel is grinning at that.* Might have to ask Dove if you want more deets. She likes her way better than me. PYTHIA: ohy snap dont get along so well withy hyer?? ;3 JOEL: It aint that I dont its just... a lil complicated. Thats all. PYTHIA: :O PYTHIA: complicated hyuhy PYTHIA: i need thye deets son JOEL: I dunno... shes our age group and all but shes also my dads lil sister. I guess she feels like shes got a lot to live up to. PYTHIA: ohy damn shyes yhour aunt JOEL: Yeah it creates this whole dynamic where shes gotta be independant and functionin enough for us to look up to her or whatever. I dunno. Like I said. Its funky. PYTHIA: mmmmmmm sounds like somethyin i could PYTHIA: talk to hyer about ;3 JOEL: Yeah get to know her better. Dissect her vulnerabilities. JOEL: Get close. JOEL: Real close. JOEL: You know what Im sayin? PYTHIA: an actuallyh sayh a thying if it seems good righyt JOEL: Exactly. JOEL: That way theres no ands ifs or buts about it. PYTHIA: okayh im feelin pumped PYTHIA: mayhbe even pumped enoughy ill finallyh shyow yhou myh notebook JOEL: Same. *slorps more soda* Hell yeah. Gimme that shit. PYTHIA: *SLIIIIIIIDES over thyat notebook* JOEL: *SNOOPS* So watcha got. PYTHIA: *thye veryh first thying shye's drawn down is some plans for a racecar thyat looks kind of like thye king of red lions from ZELDA, WIND WAKER* JOEL: *BRUH* Dammit. Wish we had a place to run that bad boy. *flips page* PYTHIA: i know righyt??? *thye next page is for a mechy suit, fashyionable and styhlishy, based on USAMI from DANGAN RONPA. Veryh rabbityh, veryh pink, and veryh styhlishy. And veryh robot* JOEL: This looks kind of badass. JOEL: Real crowd pleaser. Im definitely puttin this on the maybes. PYTHIA: >:3 hyell yheahy JOEL: *takes a look at one more just for luck* PYTHIA: *thye final one is a working robot of thye alien from alien, dressed as a butler* JOEL: ... *He cant help but get drawn back towards the pink mecha suit.* I think Im goin with this one. PYTHIA: aw man reallyh??? thyis is goina be thye beeeeest JOEL: Ill piece it together with you in mind. Itll be off the hizz. Just watch. *turning the notebook this way and that, visualizing the craft in his mind.* PYTHIA: hyow long dyhou suppose itll take :O JOEL: Uh... Month or two. I like takin my time with this kind of thing. PYTHIA: sounds good to me *takes a VICTORY nom of hyer sammichy, lookin mighytyh smug and pleased about thyis whyole ordeal* JOEL: *cracks a smile at her. A smug, happy Pythia is a good Pythia. He nabs another soda for her and they talk shop all the rest of the night.*

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ET: You ever just like.ET: Wake up.ET: Inside?ET: Wake you up inside? You cant wake up.ET: Also I borrowed your DS. Dad said he could totally make an AI out of it. Well see what happens.

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ET: Gotta get that. Gotta get that.

ET: Boom boom boom.

EC: I have no idea who this is.

ET: Let the beat rock rock rock rock.

ET: Sup man. Its Joel.

ET: Remember me.

EC: Oh.

EC: Yes I do.

EC: Hello Joel.

ET: Sup Oreo. I dont think weve ever spoke over client before.

EC: Its a<tually Orphus.

EC: And yes this would be our first time speaking over messenger.

EC: Also.

EC: It is an embarrassingly late apology but.

EC: I want to say I am sorry.

ET: I know that Orville Redenbacher.

EC: For mishandling you during our spar mat<h.

ET: About your name and also your apology.

ET: Its cool. We were both stupid.

EC: I am glad that we are cool then.

EC: Is there something I <an help you with though?

ET: Nah I just wanted to shoot the shit.

ET: Make sure you knew there werent any hard feelings.

EC: I am very glad that there isn't any.

EC: You were quite the adversary.

EC: I was frankly impressed by your skills.

ET: Naww theres plenty of space for improvement man.

ET: As much as I hate to admit it.

ET: I just know Im disappointing people by not acknowledging my own flaws here so. Im trying to get better at it.

EC: Perhaps.

EC: There is often always room for improvement.

EC: But your mobility was astounding.

ET: Damn. Thanks man.

ET: I guess thats one compliment I can take.

ET: Hey btw.

ET: Do you know my buddy Finn?

ET: Doctor guy. Human. Kind of fussy.

EC: I believe so.

EC: Was he not the one who gave us i<epa<ks.

EC: After our fight?

ET: Yeah that guy. Hes pretty chill.

EC: He seemed displeased with us.

EC: But I will assume that is merely be<ause.

EC: He was <on<erned with your wellbeing.

ET: Yeah probably. Were bros so like.

ET: Thats just what he does.

EC: A<tual brothers or just <ompanions?

ET: He wishes he was my companion. But nah.

ET: Just friends.

ET: ...

ET: Im talking to him right now actually uh.

ET: Hm.

EC: Are you?

EC: Is that why you brought him up.

EC: Uh.

EC: Are you still there?

ET: Uh yeah. Sorry.

ET: Got distracted talking about some deep shit.

ET: Never know when that stuff comes up yknow.

EC: Oh.

EC: I suppose not.

EC: Do you need to fo<us on that?

ET: Nah Im good.

ET: Hows it been going bro.

EC: Things have been going fairly alright.

EC: I have met more people.

EC: And befriended others.

EC: Over all.

EC: My stay on this ship so far has been very pleasant.

ET: Thats good to hear. I dont know what I would do in a place where I didnt know anybody.

ET: Probably get into fights haha.

EC: Well that wouldn't be very produ<tive I think hah.

EC: My purpose of being here is to pre<isely make bonds with my peers.

EC: To experien<e intera<tions beyond the trolls I grew up with.

ET: See what youre made of. Take the first steps to your heroes journey. I get it.

ET: Find myself kind of envious.

EC: Yes exa<tly.

EC: Also I suggest that.

EC: If you are indeed envious.

EC: You <onsider doing the same.

ET: Woah leave from home? Push myself outta the nest?

ET: And go where.

EC: I have no idea.

EC: That would be up to you.

EC: If you were to a<tually do it though.

EC: I suggest speaking with my half sister Helena.

EC: She has a lot of experien<e on travel.

ET: Nah its not really a question of location.

ET: Its more about.

ET: What I even have to go on.

ET: But anyway. Yeah. Its something Ill give consideration to.

EC: It is all of <ourse up to you.

ET: Haha I like your style anyway.

ET: I mean making friends like you is like. A gateway I see.

ET: Maybe I can go chill where ever youre from for a while.

EC: That.

EC: Uh.

EC: Hm.

EC: Sadly I would not re<omend it

EC: You would not be doing mu<h <hilling where I am from.

ET: Still the thought that counts.

EC: I suppose.

EC: Do not think that I do not wish you to go though.

EC: It is not that.

EC: I merely just think that.

EC: You might find staying on a military based floatilla.

EC: Not the most wel<oming environment.

ET: Yeah I feel you. I mean in reality it sounds like it sucks.

EC: It is not without its trails yes.

EC: I find I am more adjusted to su<h a life.

EC: More so then others would be.

ET: Its proably why you talk like a gd nerd all the time. Lmao.

EC: I am in training to be<ome a leader some day.

EC: So priding myself on the way I speak is important to me.

EC: Truthfully speaking there were plenty of others around me with less professional verbal mannerisms that I <ould have pi<ked up on.

ET: Yeah yeah. I feel it.

EC: At times I am even more formal then my own <aptain.

EC: But I feel it does well to <raft my own stature as a future figure of respe<t.

ET: I just feel bad yknow? You dont seem to know how to hang out or like.

ET: Chill with kids your own age.

EC: Oh.

EC: Yes this is true.

EC: It is regretful that I did not have the opportunity to pupate among same aged peers.

ET: What do you like to do? Maybe we can hang out.

ET: You like any movies?

EC: I happen to enjoy most histori<al do<umentaries.

EC: But only those with a<tual rena<tments.

ET: Lame.

ET: What about super hero stuff. Or terribad horror flicks.

EC: I do not hate them.

ET: Thats cuz you aint sat down and watched em in good company.

ET: Fucking shame.

EC: That is a possibility, yes.

ET: Nerd.

EC: You are the se<ond person to <all me that in the last 48 hours.

ET: If enough people say it. Then maybe its true.

ET: Ever think about that?

EC: I think that it is impossible for me to be a nerd.

EC: As I do not fit the stereotype.

ET: Holy shit...

EC: Do you not believe this?

ET: I mean just having you ask me that is giving me all the warning signs.

ET: You got it bad man.

ET: And I tend to pride myself in my ability to read people.

EC: What do I have bad?

ET: Being a neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd.

ET: Hahahaha.

EC: I am sorry I need to go.

-- eminentConscript [EC] gave up trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] --

ET: ...

ET: Yeah alright.

-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] gave up trolling eminentConscript [EC] --

[estrapadingtrueblue-blog]

-- technetronicTactician [TT] began trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET]  -- TT: Hey son. TT: Are you busy? ET: Not really. ET: Just pissin around my room. ET: Sup. TT: Would it be alright if I stopped by? ET: Uh sure? If you dont mind the mess. TT: Oh yeah. That's whatever. TT: Anyway, I'm right outside your door. JOEL: Oh. *That was pretty unexpected but was it really?? Joel is answering the door with a dubious expression on his face.* Okay. DIRK: *LOOMS* Hey. JOEL: Heya Pappy. *He doesn't know why but he's feeling rather... cautious. Steps aside to let him inside. Welcome to the jumbled mess of Joel's room.* To what do I owe the pleasure. DIRK: *he steps inside, takes one look at the mess and immediately starts to pick it up* I just wanted to see how you were doing. JOEL: *Dad, no. Dad, stop.* Im okay? I was just fuckin around with some music. DIRK: *HE CAN'T STOP* Oh yeah? Can I hear? JOEL: Just a thing Im makin for Citrin. *shrugs and moves off to play it on his computer. The file name is "someBODYoncecalledinaremix.mp3". It's self explanatory.* DIRK: *bobs his head along to the tunes while putting away joel's clothes* Nice. He's gonna love it. JOEL: *God damn it, Dad. Really?* DIRK: *YES REALLY.* JOEL: If he likes it hell do a cover of it in airhorns. DIRK: *snickers about it* He got out of the infirmary today. Have you seen him? JOEL: For like a second. JOEL: Pelted me with banana slices. DIRK: Ah. So he's feeling like his old self. That's good to hear. *finds a stray beanie baby under some clothes.* JOEL: *Wait. WHICH beanie baby. Is it a multi-limbed cat cuz Joel is going to reflexively try to reach for it, only to catch himself doing that and then stops. Crosses his arms instead.* DIRK: *OH IT'S DEFINITELY THAT ONE.* DIRK: ... DIRK: Your little buddy is safe with me. *inspects him* I don't recognize this one. JOEL: Hes new. *staring ahead, keeping his cool.* DIRK: Where'd you get him from? *walks over to joel to hand it back to him, not sure where he keeps them hidden.* JOEL: *He hides them PLACES, Dad. Please.* I made him. DIRK: He's cute. DIRK: I like his arms. JOEL: Yeah theyre pretty cool. *There are at least eight paws on this black cat.* DIRK: He's like a lil spider cat. *returns to cleaning up this MESS* JOEL: Its the idea. *sweats a little internally as he fiddles with the plushie...* JOEL: Do you gotta do that right now? DIRK: Huh? Do what? DIRK: *looks at the clothes in his hands* DIRK: Oh. DIRK: ... I guess not. JOEL: ... *This awkward silence is stretching and now he's just standing there, holding the cat like he's not really sure what to do with himself.* DIRK: *oh great, dirk. GREAT. you've caused another awkward silence. he nervously folds up this last shirt and puts it away, abandoning that project... for now...* DIRK: Ok so I'm not just here to be intrusive about your living space. DIRK: I wanted to maybe... talk a little about... things. *nailed it* JOEL: Dad... JOEL: I know Im adopted you dont gotta break that can of worms. DIRK: That's a fucking relief. *twiddles his thumbs and then goes to take a seat on joel's bed* DIRK: Real talk, though. I wanted to talk about what happened at dinner a few weeks ago. JOEL: *actually pulls a face at that and groaaaans. Moves off to flop in his desk chair, pouting severely.* DIRK: *JOEL PLEASE DON'T MAKE THIS HARDER FOR THE BOTH OF US.* I know. DIRK: I know you don't want to talk to me about it. DIRK: And you don't have to if you don't want to... But I think that you should. *urgh he knows he's going to strike out with that one, but he decides to shut his mouth before the strider word vomit takes over* JOEL: Okay. *He's pouting so hard, his face is getting wrinkly.* DIRK: *son please that's adorable* DIRK: ... So. DIRK: You...? DIRK: *holy shit* JOEL: *This is grating his nerves something awful. He hates this feeling, the way the apprehension knots in his belly and how it drives him up the fucking wall. At himself!!! His dad was just trying to help, and all Joel could do was not lose his shit.* JOEL: Im...? JOEL: Gay as a motherfuck. JOEL: Yes. *Nailed. It.* DIRK: Oh. Yes. DIRK: That is... certainly what I surmised from the things that you had said. DIRK: What I'm less certain of is how you're feeling about that fact. I only know that the impression I'm getting is something along the lines of... discomfort. Frustration, even. DIRK: Do you want to talk about that...? JOEL: Im frustrated and uncomfortable talking about it. Sums it up just about right. *He really doesnt want to sound so snippy but it is what it is.* JOEL: I wish I could just be over it already. JOEL: Its not like its a fucking surprise to anybody. *Oops, bitter.* Its almost like I never saw the point in even mentionin it to begin with. JOEL: So theres an excuse. DIRK: *looks at him, expression softening with concern* Joel... DIRK: Are you ashamed of it? JOEL: ... *staring hard at the ground* DIRK: Is it... because of me? *that isn't actually his first guess, but of course that's the first thing that came out of his mouth. dammit, dirk.* JOEL: No. Whys it have to do with you? *His answer is too defensive and snappish.* Technically speakin youd be the only one who actually gets it. DIRK: *he winces. not because of joel snapping at him, but because that was the answer he was afraid of.* DIRK: It never occurred to me that this would be something you'd go through, too. DIRK: Or maybe I just didn't want to believe it could happen. DIRK: ... I'm sorry, Joel. DIRK: I do get it. JOEL: *He hates all of this. The wincing and careful word choice from his Dad.* It shouldnt even matter. Aint like our familys lacking open minded liberals. DIRK: But it does matter. DIRK: I know how hard it is to accept parts of yourself that feel like weaknesses. Even if you had the best damn support system possible... It doesn't just make those thoughts go away. DIRK: When you know something seperates you from the majority, it-- DIRK: It's scary. *glances towards the floor* I think I must've blinded myself to the sort of microaggressions that still goes on. But it does go on, even if a lot of progress has been made too. DIRK: And it's rough moving past that when you're not in a place where you're comfortable. JOEL: But it is a weakness. It's so... fucking predictable?? *He's said it before and he'll say it again. At some point, he's gotten up to pace around, aggrivated.* Not only do I gotta worry about just. Bein strong enough fast enough smart enough to compete with the superior species. JOEL: I also gotta deal with knowing Im not. Any of those things. JOEL: And its only a matter of time before it all catches up to me. DIRK: *watches him pace around. it makes him want to pace too, but that would make things even more awkward.* DIRK: Catches up to you...?

JOEL: Ill just go and prove all those fears wrong. JOEL: By actin myself and lettin myself be vulnerable. DIRK: *he can't help the impulse to get up and move over to his pacing son. maybe it's the effects of his own nerves, trying to find comfort, but when vulnerability is perceived as weakness, maybe showing his own vulnerability would be helpful somehow. in any case, at least one of them needed a hug right now, and that's exactly what was happening.* DIRK: There's nothing wrong with being vulnerable. There's nothing wrong with having weaknesses. DIRK: I know you're sensitive and you I know it's hard to accept that but shit-- I'm so proud of you for it. You've got all this passion and empathy and those things have always made you so much stronger then you realize. DIRK: And I don't-- Want you to think you're not good enough. By any standard. Please don't punish yourself, Joel. JOEL: *angry tears are pooling at his eyes against his better judgement. Dirk's proximity makes him cringe a little, recoiling from the affection his dad had to offer.* Im tryin... NOT to Dad. God damn. You think I wanna be this way?? JOEL: I just wish it was fucking EASY. I wish I could be cool about myself and not feel like... Im not even a real person sometimes. *rubbing at his arms as if his skin was crawled* JOEL: I wish I could be like J Dad and know none of this shit matters. Cuz Id be with people that love me and their gender doesnt even fucking COMPUTE in my mind. JOEL: But it does and I feel fuckin awful. Selfish. The worst goddamn person for seein people like I do. DIRK: *he's still going to attempt at giving him affection, almost desperately so. the way joel clings to himself sends his thoughts into a panic. why did this have to happen to joel? this wasn't supposed to happen.* You're not selfish for that-- There's nothing wrong with it-- DIRK: *ah great, now he's crying too. good job, dirk. he knows this will only exacerbate things but it's hard not to get worked up seeing joel like this, going through the exact same thing he did at his age, but at a total loss for how to make it okay.* JOEL: I just feel so fucking sick of myself. *The tears happen and they just keep happening.* DIRK: *tries to brush the tears away* I-- I know you do, baby. I'm sorry that it's so hard to feel ok. *tries to pull him in close again* DIRK: I love you and I know I'm overbearing enough as is but I'm not going to let you go through all this alone. JOEL: *It's not fair the kind of relief he feels hearing Dirk say those things and how much he desperately needed the hug he pulls him into. Joel shakes, all but clinging to his dad. It was like he told himself before. Fake it until you make it and then maybe, one day Joel will believe he actually deserves to have these people around him. This self deprecation will fuck itself over if it's the last thing he does.*

[estrapadingtrueblue-blog]

-- taffetaHabiliment [TH] began trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] --

TH: lis ten

TH: http://spacenoidjusticewarrior.tumblr.com/post/142922626013/tiffanarchy-anunreliablesource

TH: am i right

TH: or am i right?????

ET: Undergarments worth casting my massive dong in. Its about fucking time.

ET: Also.

ET: I thought I blocked you.

TH: bitch you thought

ET: Bitch musta missed me.

ET: I dont blame him.

TH: look i am go ing out of my way to ap peal to your niche in te rests you could throw me a bone here my guy

TH: see thats an oth er a ni mal re fer ence

ET: Bones will be thrown alright.

TH: who a th ere friend

TH: i am go ing to have to de cline my pal

ET: You started it.

ET: Panderin to my interests like an overeager kohai. Again.

ET: Not that I blame you.

TH: i am be ing a nice and cha ri ta ble guy

TH: meme ing on you in the best way i know how

ET: Mdude.

TH: mlad

ET: Mguy.

TH: msir

ET: Mbruh.

TH: mboy

ET: Mson. Cccombo breaker.

TH: um??????

TH: your not even my real fa ther

ET: But youre looking for

ET: Yeah Im not finishing that statement.

TH: i mean

TH: youre not wrong

ET: Hah. Endless tirade of bullshit like always Omelet. Props.

TH: thank you ill be here un til they ban me from all forms of so cial me di a

TH: and then ill hi re a group of trained ger bils to run bots of me

TH: and be come a her mit when my soul is fi na lly free

TH: when theyve er ased all tra ces of me at last

TH: chil dren who have nev er met me will dream of me and their par ents will spend count less hours won der ing whis per ing in hushed tones but how could it be

TH: had we not stopped this ev il

TH: what will it take

TH: ge ne ra tions in the fu ture they un cov er my corpse ive rigged with a hun dred springs to rat tle my bones at them

TH: they weep

TH: be cause what is lost is ne ver tru ly for got ten

ET: I spoke too soon.

ET: The memes offer a greater chokehold than any actual chokehold.

ET: You ever go outside anymore?

ET: Its nice Ive heard.

TH: who

ET: You boo.

TH: aaaaaaaaaaaa

TH: why would you boo at me :'-( i am a feard

ET: I cant believe youre making me hear this with my actual ears.

TH: lmao

TH: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaschlong

ET: Gesundheit.

TH: thank you

TH: may be

ET: You know youve been talkin to me too much when youre sayin please thank you youre welcome.

ET: Ill teach you decent manners if its the last thing I do.

TH: i know how to thank swea ty :-) ive been thank ing my whole life :-) you should learn some man ners this is why your ge ne ra tion cant get a job just some help ful ad vice ok swea ty :-)

ET: Sweatys a compliment and you know it.

TH: mMM

TH: MMmmMmmMmmm

TH: MmmMMmMMM!!!!

ET: Hes gettin in the zone folks. Stand back.

ET: This isnt even his final form.

TH: joel lis sten

TH: you make me feel like a four piece nug get at bub ger kirg

TH: which is to say

ET: Cheap and easily digestable.

TH: ok i mean i was go ing some where with this

ET: Im listenin.

TH: you for got pro bab ly not real meat

TH: :-/

ET: Fake meat as opposed to real meat.

ET: Im listenin intently.

TH: lis ten to your meat when its cal ling for you

TH: http://imageenvision.com/450/27783-clip-art-graphic-of-a-beef-steak-meat-mascot-character-holding-and-pointing-to-a-red-phone-by-toons4biz.jpg

ET: Sounds like a regular Saturday night for me.

ET: Dunno about you.

TH: you need to slow down

TH: this could be you

TH: http://img07.deviantart.net/c8f8/i/2005/205/2/f/meat_phone_by_flaste.jpg

TH: :-( :-(

TH: hey

TH: spea king of meat

ET: Yes.

TH: you know who ID like to meat

ET: I cant say I have a clue.

ET: But color me concerned nevertheless.

TH: for got what i was say ing

TH: but look at this

TH: https://static1.squarespace.com/static/553b26fde4b08ceb08a4242c/553b2823e4b0eb3719c6d635/553b2841e4b0eb3719c7e871/1416158894963/1000w/Meatball-Bubble-Gum.jpg

ET: Dont forget.

ET: Fully cooked and ready to chew.

TH: thats me

TH: thats my life

ET: I can only sympathize my friend. Chewing meatballs aint everybodys cup of tea.

TH: thats be cause meat balls are not a hot li qui dy bev er age

TH: :-/

ET: Yeah see.

ET: Youre follow me like nobody else does.

ET: Probably why were still friends.

ET: Except for the guy who actually follows me around but yknow. I dig it.

TH: i am put ting stalk ing un der your list of kinks right now

ET: You keep a list of my kinks?

TH: damn you a freak ass hoe

TH: i mean dont you

TH: ???????????

ET: Not... really. Actually.

ET: Which is why Im findin it strange.

TH: i have to know what to get you for christ mas????? je sus

ET: Wow. Now I know who my real friends are.

TH: thank you for no ti cing

ET: Dont give me a stalker for Christmas.

TH: ;-)

TH: if you feel breath on your neck do not be al armed

ET: Sounds hot.

ET: But no Imma pass.

ET: I like the breathing on my neck to be cool thanks. Lmao.

TH: new note

TH: ghost fuck er

ET: Close but no dice.

TH: im gon na burn you a co py of the gvd im giv ing to sa to mi then well find out

ET: Pass.

ET: Although I sure appreciate your generosity.

TH: wO w ghost lov er is pret ty hot so like, fuck you???

ET: Paaaass.

TH: you are

TH: dis gus ting

ET: Bite me. You aint ropin me into seedy hentai. Not again.

TH: that was 1 time ok

TH: i had no i dea there were go ing to be that ma ny dra gon balls ok

ET: I learned somethin about myself that night.

ET: Wily bastard.

TH: like i too was un der the im pres sion there were on ly se ven

TH: wait what did you learn

TH: i am sud den ly real ly in trigued

ET: Innocence lost is never regained.

TH: joel i am li ter al gar bage

ET: Science explain.

TH: im real ly good at make up

ET: Okay this bout of self deprecation is sudden.

ET: Not unexpected but sudden.

TH: i am just be ing hon est

TH: and al so try ing to get you to tell me a bout your weird bon er

ET: Its been spoken of only through myth and legend. Not many believe in its existance but some say its absolutely real.

TH: its like a shi ny po ke mon

TH: and i am gonna fuck ign catch it

ET: Follow your dreams Egglit. Lead me not into temptation but deliver us from evil ecetera ecetera.

TH: by the way

TH: found the club for you

TH: http://bishie-stalker-club.deviantart.com/art/devID-version-1-67740317

ET: Mmmmm right in the kink.

TH: i aim to please

ET: Now thats what Im talkin about.

ET: Brb I need to piss.

TH: i

TH: was go ing to say the same thing

TH: whta h t he fuck

TH: b yw

ET: Illuminati.

TH: meet you i nthe bath room

ET: No peekin.

TH: well that was a good time

ET: Ill say.

ET: And I swear in that moment I was sure we were piss bros.

TH: <3

ET: You get no heart emoji.

TH: that is be cause

TH: you are still grow ing yours

TH: and i sup port this en dea vor 100% i hope you know that

ET: One day I too will be a real boy.

TH: that might be hard be cause you are al rea dy the M A N

ET: How fuckin dare you insinuate such a thing to me.

ET: Pain in the ass god damn meme.

TH: l ma a oo

ET: Youre askin for a fistin brother and not the good kind.

ET: Check yourself.

TH: :-(

TH: ;-)???

ET: Coy winkyings arent gonna work on me.

TH: you just said

TH: win ky

TH: ??????????????

ET: I done said winky now DWI.

TH: i am sens ing some un ad dressed un der tones here

ET: Its true.

ET: Im homo af. Sorry to break it to you this way.

TH: o ok

TH: am

TH: cry???

ET: Shut up I know you dont give a shit.

TH: hodl u p

TH: w H at

ET: What what in the butt.

TH: n O

ET: Well yeah technically.

TH: i mean yes but

ET: See. Its whatever.

TH: oh m g od

TH: way to set me up for be ing a huge douche my du UD DE

ET: Never deny your nature bro.

TH: ok

TH: brb gon na go kick my own ass

ET: He scream at own ass.

ET: I feel you.

TH: ok im back

ET: I hope your buns are nice and tenderized. Its the only reason Im toleratin you speakin to me right now.

TH: ye p

ET: Try not to be so hard on yourself. Its been hard on me too.

ET: Or do maybe. Idk. I dont know your lifes story.

TH: you just said hard on

TH: how am i

TH: sup posed to take this con ver sa tion se ri ous ly

ET: Just focus on the hard ons. Youll make it through.

TH: thanks

TH: i nee ded this life boat

TH: in this stor my sea

TH: of dicks

ET: That is some poetic fuckin imagery right there.

ET: Could be a country song.

TH: thanks i wrote it for you

ET: Thanks boo boo.

TH: aaaaa aaaaaaaaaa

ET: Oh same.

TH: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGJd9WWL554

ET: And now were back to the dick ridin.

ET: The circle of stupid is complete.

TH: i am ro man cing you

TH: with ex tra em pha sis

TH: on the mAN

ET: I dont need romancin.

ET: Im already taken.

TH: w hat f ufc k

TH: b it ches

TH: o uT a LI NE

ET: What can I say. A dude resets your nose with your blood on his hands and youre just like.

ET: Yo.

ET: This is datesprit material.

TH: oh my fu ck

TH: im ????

TH: who gave you the RIGHT

ET: It was the stalker guy. I insinuated this before.

TH: what a fuck tit tied fool i have been

ET: Christmas came round early this year bro.

TH: with a stock ing

TH: full of stal ker dicks

TH: a stalk ing

TH: fu ck

TH: i cant take this

ET: Jfc. Youre a mess.

TH: let me di e

ET: I cant. Then I have nobody to shoot the shit with.

TH: you have like at least three friends

ET: Yeah but youre my number one.

TH: d si us gistuing ng

ET: Ilu2.

TH: im go ing to cry now not be cause i like you btu because i hate you so m cu h

ET: Okay but Im gonna bug you again in five minutes.

TH: >:- C

TH: >:' -C

-- taffetaHabiliment [TH] has ceased trolling you, for EVER, GO OD BYE, --

ET: In the words of great lyrical legend of the twenty first century ke dollar sign sha.

ET: Tik tok times up.

ET: Hi bitch. Im back.

TH: hwah t ifu ck fu

ET: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP6XpLQM2Cs

TH: im m so upset yo ukno w how muhc i love kesha

TH: f8u kck you

ET: Im still here.

TH: wh y

ET: Why not. You started this convo and now were gonna finish it.

ET: When I say so.

TH: you want me to suf fer

ET: Youre bein dramatic.

TH: yeah

ET: You okay there buddy?

ET: Like for real.

TH: yyyy yy eah

TH: ????

ET: Ill take that at face value and say cool.

TH: k thank you

ET: Stalkers name is Zuserk in case you wanted to know.

TH: nO

ET: Hes got four arms dude.

TH: im go na

TH: los my fuc k ing mind

ET: Ikr.

ET: Me too.

TH: ffffffffufufffck

ET: You should meet him some time.

ET: Could use an education in memes.

TH: i dont think im strong en ough

ET: Sure you can. He dont bite none.

TH: ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffgh

ET: Breathe.

TH: n o

ET: In and out Emilet. You know the drill.

TH: o HM Y gOD

TH: )H MY GOD

TH: !!!!!!

ET: Hahahaha.

ET: Okay fine. Exhale inhale.

ET: Is that better??

TH: a lit tle

ET: Good man.

ET: I believe in you.

TH: ok im back a gain

ET: I was waitin.

TH: your a champ

ET: So you wanna game or what. Im down for anything.

ET: The shittier the better. Lets do this.

TH: i am

TH: look ing through the shit ti est games of all time

ET: Dont hold out on me.

TH: im gon na make you play

TH: link the fa ces of ev il

TH: dont

TH: fuck ing

TH: fuck iwth me

ET: I promise not to fucking fuck with you my fucker.

TH: k

ET: God this is going to be such conkshit.

ET: I knew youd pull through.

TH: gee

TH: it sure is bo ring a round here

ET: You askin me to come over or what.

TH: well i mean if you were pay ing at ten tion to the source ma te ri al you would al so know im quo ting this meme ass game

ET: Okay but I could also come over so its killing two birds with one stone.

ET: Gurd your ass.

TH: my ass is al ways gurd

ET: Gurd it better.

ET: Im out.

TH: k

-- taffetaHabiliment [TH] gave up trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] --

[estrapadingtrueblue-blog]

-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began trolling impenetrableVitality [IV] --

ET: Hey man. You busy?

IV: hi

IV: no

IV: i'm just reading

ET: Reading what something nerdy.

ET: Nerd.

IV: no not that nerdy

IV: okay maybe a little nerdy

IV: medical journals

ET: Jesus Christ.

ET: Guess my definition of a lil nerd is different from yours.

IV: i mean it has a purpose right

IV: it cant be that nerdy if it has a purpose

ET: Aint gonna argue you that point. Although I can damn try.

ET: For example. Is there a test youre prepping for at doctor kid school?

IV: not really

IV: no

IV: there's no test

ET: So youre just reading it.

ET: For fun.

IV: so i can stay updated

ET: In the current events of nerdy medical shit you mean.

ET: Why not just sign up for Physicians Weekly or something.

IV: because the key word there is weekly

IV: i'm not staying as updated as i want to if it's only once a week

IV: that's a good way to fall behind

ET: Im trying my damndest not to argue with you over this but youre really makin it difficult bro.

IV: one day there will be a situation that calls for the latest medical discoveries

IV: and i will be well prepared

IV: and no one will die

ET: Kind of a grim outlook on life dont you think.

IV: no

IV: well

IV: i guess

IV: let's just move on

ET: We can if you want. Just color me concerned bro.

ET: Insert memeish Linkin Park lyrics here.

IV: how is your nose

IV: i can look at it if you need me to

ET: Oh it aint me Im askin about. Although you know I enjoy the fussyin and whatnot.

ET: Id like you to check on Citrin. Its been like two weeks and the dudes still under the weather.

ET: All diseased and snotty and shit.

ET: Moreso than usual.

IV: i can do that

IV: i know some things that should help with those symptoms at least

ET: Yeah I figured itd be somethin right up your alley.

ET: Although he did say hed ask for Ruleus for somethin... but Id rather get a real professional his way you know what Im sayin?

ET: Theres gotta be somethin unethical about medical practices on people you have relationships with.

IV: i can definitely guess that there may be some bias involved

IV: but regardless i'll be happy to help

ET: Thanks. Be sure to tell him I sent you his way.

ET: He knows my terms.

IV: did you make a deal with him

ET: Yes.

ET: Hed agree to get a check up and I wouldnt tell D Dad.

ET: D Dad means Dirk Dad.

IV: i figured

ET: So.

IV: so

ET: You gonna tell me how youve been or am I gonna presume you disappeared off the face of reality for no good reason.

IV: did i really

ET: Yeah more or less.

ET: Lost somewhere in doctor Narnia Im guessin.

IV: i didn't mean to

IV: but i guess it happens sometimes

IV: i guess it isn't for a good reason either

IV: or any reason at all

IV: i was just trying to get some stuff together

ET: You goin on an adventure soon.

ET: Can I come.

IV: if i was going on an adventure you could definitely come

ET: Sweet.

IV: yeah

IV: i'll try to be around more

IV: intentionally

ET: Thats what I like to hear.

ET: Otherwise youll be seein me.

ET: Wranglin you.

ET: Out for some real people interaction.

IV: wrangled huh

IV: is that what your family does

ET: Weve done it since times immeasurable.

ET: Im fairly sure its integrated into courtin rituals too. Now that I think about it.

IV: you wrangle your significant others

IV: i mean

IV: it sounds effective

ET: Thats the easy part. Its manipulatin them to stay which is the art.

IV: i had no idea

IV: but i can see how it's an art

ET: Its gotta be a fail safe plan. Trust me. Anythin under a twenty percent chance of blowin up in your face is good enough.

IV: you make relationships sound so taxing

ET: Its not like people are obligated to stick with you through thick and thin unconditionally.

ET: You take some and you give some. Thats how symbiosis works and all.

ET: I mean youre the biology major.

IV: i guess it's all interconnected somehow but also not my field of study

IV: relationships i mean

IV: i guess i can see what you mean with my parents though

ET: The point is.

ET: Live a little.

ET: Go outside and pet a dog.

ET: Also tell me about it when you do.

ET: Dogs are boss.

IV: blob counts right

IV: i pet blob all the time

ET: No. Take Blob for a walk and pet another dog.

ET: That way there is a minimum requirement for two dogs present.

ET: Which is acceptable.

IV: so i take blob to karkats room and pet breakfast

IV: does that count for three dogs or one

ET: Youre forgetting the go outside part of your loopholes there son.

ET: Karkats room is like. The other end to your hamster funnel. It dont count.

IV: what about dove and sage

IV: and karl

IV: like if dove is taking karl for a walk outside

ET: Then I suggest you accompanyin her.

IV: okay

IV: i can do that

ET: Its not like she bites.

ET: Unless you bark at her.

ET: Then shell bark back.

ET: Dove I mean. Not Karl. Lmao.

IV: i wouldn't be surprised

IV: i figured that's what you meant

IV: do you ever go on walks

IV: and pet dogs

ET: Boy dont you just wish.

ET: I aint that strong of character yet.

ET: I must be.

ET: Stronger.

IV: you can go with me you know

ET: Me? Naw. You dont want me jackin your mad swag.

IV: i don't think you'd be jacking anything

IV: i don't really have

IV: swag

ET: You could if you wanted to. Then youd be a weapon of lethal proportions.

ET: Brains looks and the charm. A triple threat.

IV: that's almost intimidating to think about

ET: Embrace it.

IV: i don't even know how to swag

ET: You think you dont know how to swag but thats the beauty of it.

ET: You learn how to uncover it all your own.

IV: so that's also art right

ET: Yeah. And everyones got their own brand and taste.

IV: you would be the one to know

IV: if i had any swag questions i would come to you

ET: But you dont so.

ET: Daww. I just went and made myself sad there.

IV: i can come up with some

ET: What is this an obligation now?

ET: Thats not very swagalicious of you dude.

IV: no but

IV: i don't know

IV: i'm telling you i don't think i'm very swagalicious

ET: Haha yeah but theres no shame in it.

IV: okay

IV: if you say so

ET: I said theres no shame bro.

IV: okay

IV: no shame

IV: bro

ET: Bruh.

IV: anyway bruh

IV: i gotta go prepare to see citrin

ET: Alright dude. Get your ass movin manguy.

IV: thanks for talking to me even though i've been distant apparently

IV: and joel

ET: Finn my bob.

ET: ?

IV: be safe okay

ET: Its better knowin I got back up.

ET: Later Fuzz.

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CH: ox- YOU'RE JOEL!!!!!!!! -xo

ET: Oh shit. Youre....!

ET: Yeah I dont know whos handle this is. What.

CH: ox- XEBECK! -xo

CH: ox- HI! -xo

ET: Oh. Damn. Xebeck.

CH: ox- IT'S ME! -xo

ET: The visitor with the brawn and the sweetass do. Yeah I know who you are.

ET: We met in passin the other day at my get together.

ET: Didnt get a chance to properly introduce myself however. Apologies.

CH: ox- THAT'S OK! I KNOW EVERYBODY NOW ANYWAY -xo

ET: Do you now.

ET: Hey me too.

ET: Wanna compare notes.

CH: ox- YES! HERE'S WHAT I KNOW ABOUT EVERYONE: -xo

CH: ox- THEIR NAMES! -xo

CH: ox- NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW! -xo

ET: I know your name is Xebeck.

ET: What a coincidence. My names Joel.

CH: ox- WOW!!!!!!! -xo

CH: ox- NOW IF I'M EVER QUIZZED I DEFINITELY WON'T FORGET! HAHAHAHA! -xo

CH: ox- IS THERE MORE TO KNOW ABOUT YOU THAN YOUR NAME? OxO -xo

ET: I have a middle name.

ET: Bet you wish you had a middle name.

ET: Im also human and have strange human customs like havin a twin brother.

ET: An entity separate from myself but joined telepathically like a hive mind.

ET: Thats us.

CH: ox- WOW! I THINK YOU'RE KIDDING BUT I ALSO DON'T KNOW THAT MUCH ABOUT HUMANS -xo

CH: ox- AND THE ONES I DO KNOW ARE PRETTY DARN WEIRD! -xo

ET: We got a lot to compensate for.

CH: ox- OMG! HAHAHA -xo

CH: ox- THAT'S FUNNY! YOU'RE FUNNY -xo

CH: ox- BUT HEY!!!!!!! -xo

CH: ox- YOU'RE ONE OF ZUSERK'S FRIENDS? -xo

CH: ox- LIKE I SAID -xo

CH: ox- HE RANKED YOU AS -xo

CH: ox- THE MOST ELIGIBLE PERSON TO WRESTLE -xo

CH: ox- SOOOOOOOO -xo

CH: ox- I THINK WE SHOULD WRESTLE -xo

ET: He set me up for a bout of fisticuffs with a goddamn stack house of a troll.

ET: Nice to hear he thinks so highly of me.

CH: ox- OH BUT HE DOES! -xo

CH: ox- HE KNOWS I WOULDN'T MESS YOU UP! -xo

ET: Maybe I wanna be messed up.

ET: Jackknife me to the ground and release this poor sinner from these mortal coils once and for all.

ET: Amen.

CH: ox- I THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO BE FUNNY AGAIN BUT THAT'S DEFINITELY A WEIRD WAY OF DOING SO -xo

CH: ox- BUT LOL!!!!!!!! -xo

CH: ox- I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU -xo

CH: ox- I JUST LIKE WRESTLING! IT'S FUN -xo

ET: Haha yeah me too.

ET: You should talk to my pal Durgah. Shes all about this wrestling business.

ET: Girls a godsent professional.

CH: ox- OH YEAH! I'VE MET DURGAH -xo

CH: ox- AND I'VE WRESTLED HER! -xo

CH: ox- SHE'S PRETTY MUCH THE COOLEST -xo

ET: Yeah see. Already makin all the connections.

ET: Now I know what Im dealin with.

CH: ox- YOU SURE DO! HEHEHE -xo

CH: ox- YOU'VE STILL TOLD ME EXACTLY NOTHING ABOUT YOURSELF THOUGH! EXCEPT THAT YOU HAVE A BROTHER AND A MIDDLE NAME -xo

CH: ox- BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT! -xo

CH: ox- WHAT A MYSTERIOUS DUDE -xo

ET: I dont kid around with my wrestling tactics. If thats somethin else you want to know.

CH: ox- THAT IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING I WANT TO KNOW! -xo

CH: ox- I'M VERY SERIOUS ABOUT MY CRAFT TOO YOU SEE -xo

ET: Bruh.

ET: Do she lift.

ET: She do.

CH: ox- OH HELL YEAH I DO -xo

CH: ox- HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAH! -xo

CH: ox- THAT'S ME FLEXING -xo

CH: ox- I'M FLEXING RIGHT NOW! -xo

ET: Oh shit. Me too.

ET: Hrrgghhhhfppphthhllltphttt. That was me.

CH: ox- HEY DON'T STRAIN YOURSELF TOO MUCH! THAT WAS STARTING TO SOUND A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE AND WET -xo

CH: ox- HAHAHAHA! -xo

ET: I aint filled out yet. Its fucking sad is what it is.

CH: ox- AW! DO YOU NEED A PERSONAL TRAINER TO HELP YOU GET RIIIIIIIIPPED? -xo

ET: I think I need a personal trainer to help me get riiiiiiipped.

CH: ox- I COULD TRAIN YOU! -xo

ET: Gasp.

ET: Youd really do that for me boss maam.

ET: Am I gonna be jacked like you?

CH: ox- WE CAN ONLY HOPE! -xo

CH: ox- BUT WITH MY GUIDANCE IT IS SURELY MORE POSSIBLE THAN EVER! HAHAHA! -xo

ET: I wanna be swole.

CH: ox- FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS! THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS SAY -xo

ET: Teach me your ways.

CH: ox- THAT'S THE IDEA! -xo

ET: Youre real agreeable and Im findin myself appreciative of it.

ET: Now Imma quiz you.

CH: ox- UH OH! OKAY -xo

ET: Ill make a list of peeps you may or may not have already gotten to know.

ET: Or wait.

ET: Damn.

ET: Zuserk already filled you in I bet.

ET: I mean no. Of course he did. Dumbass.

ET: That was directed at me not you.

CH: ox- OKAY THEN! BUT YES HE DID -xo

CH: ox- I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE HE GAVE ME EVERYONE'S LIFE STORY! -xo

CH: ox- I WANNA FIGURE THAT OUT ON MY OWN! -xo

ET: Hey the more the merrier. Im kinda envious of your outward friendliness.

ET: Heh.

CH: ox- OH? YOU SEEM PRETTY FRIENDLY TO ME! -xo

CH: ox- BUT HEY! I GOTTA GO! -xo

ET: Well a friend of Zuserks is gonna be a friend of mine so. Cool. Yeah.

ET: Hit me up for when training starts.

CH: ox- SURE THING JOEL! -xo

CH: ox- BYEEEEEEEEE! -xo

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began trolling proficientInternuncio [PI] --

PI: joel.

ET: Guess who got housecalled for a douse of roughhousin on account of some highly noted recommendations.

ET: Wow.

ET: Couldnt even let me fiddle with the comm like I wanted to.

PI: no.

PI: also.

PI: you?

ET: Theres no mercy in this arena. Only cold hard fists to face.

ET: Yeah me.

ET: Way to ruin my cool entrance.

PI: will consider waitin in the future.

ET: Ill be notin 'has a need for instant gratification' in your case file sonny boy.

PI: nn.

ET: Dont talk to me in that tone of voice young man.

PI: you have... age suddenly. feelin mature today?

ET: Im feelin mature every day.

ET: Also I got Twinkies whaaat.

PI: fascinatin.

PI: how many?

ET: Two. Im not a fucking glutton.

ET: Its the acceptable serving size.

PI: suppose. maes sense.

PI: never trie.

ET: Babe please. When you say these things they hurt me real deep inside.

PI: ... intense. emotional connection to twinkie?

ET: General snacks you tend to try when youre wee and grow up havin a fondness for them for the memories they leave behind.

ET: Dont you have a food like that?

PI: suppose.

PI: several inses.

ET: In what now.

PI: ....

PI: in...

PI: se.

ET: Insects.

PI: yes.

ET: Insects.

PI: yes.

ET: There is just so much happening with this word yo.

PI: eigh letters.

PI: includin perio.

ET: Yeah okay theres that. But theres also the careful pronunciation happenin which lets face it.

ET: Is fucking hilarious I am eight years old.

ET: Second is the point of subject matter.

ET: Where you consider bugs as a form of snack.

PI: yes?

PI: understan. humans often don.

PI: humans also. don seem to appreciae dedication to quir.

PI: very insulte.

ET: Hahaha you cant pronounce sex Imma point at this geek and laugh.

ET: Also no we dont eat bugs often. Theyre gross.

PI: hn.

PI: will disagree.

PI: also.

PI: have nee. to say this wor?

ET: Yeah who do you think youre talking to.

ET: Crown champ of the Double Entendre Decathalons.

ET: While youre hatin I get money.

ET: Then I double up tonkers. Boom.

PI: ...

PI: wha.

ET: Its a song.

ET: A section of a song. Which is also a word you cant say hahahaha.

ET: Try lyric.

PI: listen. son.

ET: FDASSAFSAOh hell no.

PI: on thin ice.

ET: I squished my Twinkie snack thanks to you.

PI: appropriae punishmen.

PI: joel.

ET: Zusmirk.

PI: have a though.

ET: A dangerous pastime.

PI: nn.

PI: don feel tire. speakin with you.

PI: feel gla. for this.

ET: Would you say youre feelin riled rather.

ET: Waggles eyebrows.

PI: wasn gettin to tha. no.

ET: Yeah I know. You was tryin to be sweet but on the other hand.

ET: I couldnt help myself.

PI: you are enjoyin pushin boundaries now. i see.

ET: Its what I do. Its how I roll.

PI: migh. allow you to continue then.

ET: See. You cant help yourself neither.

ET: So much for bein high and mighty.

PI: wasn doin tha.

PI: only makin observations.

ET: From your rafters up high.

PI: this is no unusual.

PI: you. however.

PI: seem... more comfortable. maybe.

ET: Cant predict what Im gonna do next.

ET: I go this way I go that way.

ET: Im all over the goddamn place.

PI: this true?

ET: Dont reckon I would say it if it werent partner.

ET: And yeah Im comfortable.

ET: Im talkin to a cool guy.

PI: will evaluae this.

PI: also.

PI: cool guy.

PI: this... proper term?

ET: Loosely.

PI: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4txVqr1eNwc

PI: ?

PI: is. us?

ET: Motherfucker.

ET: I cant believe you managed to capture the essence of this dynamic in little under a minute.

ET: You come to my house you meme in my face.

ET: Dude I think Im in love.

PI: hnn.

ET: Its a joke numbnuts. Dont take it too close to heart.

PI: now. heartbroken.

ET: Youll get over me. They all do eventually.

ET: Quote unquote Drake some time during the teen two thousands.

PI: a revere poe.

ET: Im tellin you. The more you get out there the more you know what youre missin.

ET: And right now.

ET: Im missin.

ET: You.

ET: Ohhhhhh.

PI: miss you too.

ET: Swag.

PI: yes.

PI: agree.

ET: They say distance makes the heart grow fonder Zoos.

ET: And with that I say.

ET: Good night.

PI: appropriae timin.

PI: goin to res with rammie.

PI: goodnigh.

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PH: h3y 4r3 you on th1s th1ng

PH: do you ch3ck 1t

PH: h3lo o o o

ET: Well hello there. Fancy comin across your terrible textual lingo.

PH: my t3xt 1s th3 b3st 4nd my l1ngo 1s th3 d1nos4urs m1ght now shush your s4str4p >:o

ET: Fair enough.

ET: You here claimin your just dos?

PH: WOW th4t sounds 4 h3ck of 4 lot l1k3 4 s4str4p t4lk1ng to m3 ! ! !

PH: m4yb3 1 duno

PH: 1 st1l h4v3nt d3c1d3d 1f 1 d1d 4nyth1ng wrong y3t

ET: Whats said was said. It either offended you or it didnt.

ET: Lets not beat around the bush.

PH: ugh you know !

PH: 4nd 1 DONT

PH: b3c4us3 you only st4rt t4lk1ng l1k3 th4t wh3n your3 g34r1ng up for 4 v3rb4l c4rp3t bomb1ng

PH: just l1k3 w1th n4ny4 4nd k1k1

PH: m4yb3 1ts pr3mpt1v3 ok4y >:I

ET: Well.

ET: Its not where I plan on takin this so. No need to fret there.

ET: I acknowledge I went and fucked up.

ET: Like I always do when I lose my shit.

PH: ok4y but why though ! ! !

PH: th1s 1snt 3v3n b34t1ng 4round th3 bush

PH: 1 w4n4 know wh4t m4d3 1t h4p3n3d

ET: If Im to recap correctly.

ET: I asked if you wanted to come over for a lil dindins with the famfam. Which for some reason was makin your hesitate. I thought it was weird.

ET: Like when the hell do I ever see you hesitate on anythin.

ET: Askin you further made it seem like if you were invited you wouldnt be sure how to act around the family ambiance. Which again. I thought was strange but yknow. Not unreasonable.

ET: Then you dropped the term "humans mixed in" and sorry. That set off some major steam with me. Wonderin just what the fuck you thought you were implyin.

ET: I lost my cool and I shouldnt have. I didnt mean it.

PH: >:/ y34 1 gu3s

PH: 1 m34n th4nks for b31ng sory 4nd stuf

PH: but 1 duno

PH: 1 do k1nd4 f3l

PH: l1k3

PH: w4y w4y d1f3r3nt from 4l th3s3 trols w1th hum4n p4r3nts ? ? ? or hum4ns w1th hum4n p4r3nts 3v3n !

PH: 1 st1l k1nd4 r3m3mb3r b31ng on 4lt3rn14 4nd stuf

PH: m4yb3 1 shouldnt h4v3 s41d 1t

ET: I really dont want to make you off as the enemy or nothin.

ET: It aint the same out there like it is here.

ET: This is just fuckin.

ET: A water balloon compared to the real discrimination out there.

ET: History of humans gettin enslaved by the masses. My dad never knowing his family growin up.

ET: All cuz some trolls thought hed be a cute thing to keep around as a kid.

PH: bluh

ET: Yeah.

ET: Bluh.

PH: 1m sory

ET: Were all learnin here okay. Aint nothin to feel bad for.

PH: y3 y3 y3 but l1k3

PH: sory for m4k1ng 1t w31rd 1 gu3s or som3th1ng

ET: Im sorry too. I dont.

ET: Want you to think you have no business bein friends with me or Colt especially.

PH: 1 f3l pr3ty w31rd 4bout my moms som3t1ms 4nd by th3 w4y 1m tot3s s4lty 4bout you s4s1ng th3m of b3for3 but th4ts tot4ly som3th1ng 3ls3 3nt1r3ly

PH: 4bout F4M1LY

PH: b31ng 4round 4l th3s3 p3opl3s 4l th3 t1m3

PH: l1k3 1 got som3 1nst1nct 4l b3t3r m4k3 sur3 th3y know your3 tuf 1n c4s3 th3y d3c1d3 to rob you bl1nd or 34t on3 of your 4rms on3 d4y

ET: Its not like either of us had a choice where we grew up.

ET: But we have a choice now and I really want you to have a part in that.

ET: Like.

ET: All of us.

ET: At least you know you belong somewheres.

PH: 1 sw34r 1f your3 cry1ng r1ght now 1m gon4 punch you

PH: 4r3 you

ET: Savin my tears for when you clock me in the face.

PH: >:p

PH: w3l th4nks

PH: for th3 1nv1t4t1on

PH: 4nd th3 d3l1c1ous t34rs

PH: h3y w31rd qu3st1on tot4ly unr3l4t3d

PH: 1s th1s

PH: b3c4us3 1v3 b3n t4lk1ng 4bout l34v1ng ?

ET: No. Everyones gotta get out of here some time.

ET: But I sure would hate havin you leave feelin like youve had more regrets than good times.

PH: ok13

PH: w3l 1 dont w4nt you to th1nk 1ts c4us3 of 4nyon3 1n p4rt1cul4r 31th3r

PH: c4us3 th4t would b3 4 r3gr3t

PH: 4nd th3n th1s whol3 dumb cycl3 would st4rt 4bout f3l1ng b4d ov3f s3m4nt1cs >:I

PH: 4nyw4ys

PH: 1m4 m4yb3 show up som3t1m3

PH: ok13 ?

ET: Sure thing.

ET: Come have a BLT. Meet the dickbutt shrine.

PH: 1s th4t r34l

ET: Why the fuck would I joke about that.

PH: b3c4us3 1t sounds l1k3 4 punchl1n3 doy >:v

ET: Speaking of punchlines.

ET: You see how fuckin adorable Ananya and Dove are.

PH: y3 3 3 3 3 3s

PH: 3v3n though th4t could4 h4p3n3d l1k3

PH: f1v3 y34rs 4go 1f w3 3v3r pl4y3d sp1n th3 botl3 b4 >:p

ET: Its ridiculous enough to be painful lemme just say.

PH: 1 KNOW ? ? ? ?

PH: 1 could prob4bly l4nd 4 r3d qu4d 1n l1k3 4 W3K

ET: No way.

PH: uh Y3S

PH: 1 4bsolut3ly could

ET: Sounds fake but okay.

ET: You ever consider prospects.

PH: 1t tok m3 l1k3 thr3 d4ys to wr4ngl3 your broth3r 4nd now h3 w4nts to for3v3r m4ry m3

PH: 1v3 thought bout 1t som3 m4yb3 >:v

ET: Im listenin.

PH: wh4t l1k3 ! ! ! r1ght NOW

ET: Why not. I got time.

PH: W3L

PH: th3

PH: p3opl3

PH: 1

PH: cons1d3r3d

PH: 4r3

PH: . . .

PH: .

PH: uh.

PH: m4yb3 l1k3

PH: um

PH: you t3l no on3 r1ght ? ? ?

ET: My lips are sealed.

PH: OK4Y GOD

PH: b3c4us3 . . .

PH: w3l 1 duno th3r3s l1k3 1 w4s th1nk1ng 4bout som3 p3ps l1k3

PH: you know

PH: m1k1 r34ly l1k3s m3 4 lot 3v3n though sh3 g3ts 4l upt1ght 4bout so m4ny th1ngs

PH: 4nd c1tl41 1s l1k3

PH: b1g

PH: r34ly b1g

PH: 1 l1k3 th4t to

PH: 1 m34n not 4s cut3 4s m1k1w1 but ST1L

ET: Goddamn. Im just picturin beauty tamin the beast over here.

ET: You pursuing Mikiwi and all.

ET: Hypothetically.

ET: Cant say Ive talked to Citlai much but they seem pretty chill.

PH: th3yr3 4ctu4ly th3 opos1t3 of ch1l >:p

PH: r34ly 4 l1l fusy

PH: but 1ts cut3 to

PH: 4ND WH1CH ON3 1S B34UTY 4ND WH1CH 1S B34ST >:o

ET: You the beaut obv.

PH: ok4y 4lt3rn1t1v3 1m 4 b34st 4nd sh3s 4 cut3 b34uty boty who blush3s 4 lot 1f you know wh4t to s4y >:)

PH: h3 h3 h3 h3 h3

ET: Thats fuckin ridiculous.

ET: As it is adorable. Hmmm.

PH: F4CTS

PH: SH3 TURNS R34L GR3N

PH: L1K3S PL4Y1NG W1TH MY H41R

ET: Dammit. Im startin to see it.

ET: Why aint you snapped that up yet.

PH: 1m th1nk1ng 4bout 1t ok4y !

ET: Its cool.

ET: Its fun to entertain notions nevertheless.

PH: you k3p your not1ons 1n your b4ck pock3t budy boy

ET: Yes maam.

PH: how bout you 4nyw4ys ? ? ?

ET: What about me.

PH: you got 4ny prosp3cts c:<

ET: Depends on what you define as a prospect.

PH: WHO 4R3 YOU CRUSH1NG ON MY DUD3

ET: Jesus Christ. Im not crushin on anybody.

ET: Im not even on like.

ET: The hypothetical market.

PH: why not though you got gods to s3l

ET: Uhhh.

ET: Well keepin up with the metaphor. Maybe you could say Ive been.

ET: Bought out.

PH: w41t holy sh1t who 4r3 you s31ng >:?

ET: You aint tellin nobody about this shit.

ET: Its a new thing.

PH: f1n3 f1n3 f1n3 f1n3

PH: no on3 w1l know

PH: >:X

PH: s3 th4ts m3 b31ng qu13t

ET: Thanks.

PH: so o o o o o o o o ?

ET: ...

ET: Goddammit.

ET: Im seein Zuserk.

PH: 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ! ! !

PH: NO W4Y

PH: OH MY GOD

PH: R34LY WH3N THO

ET: When??? God I dunno.

ET: Been a week or two??

PH: SO TH4TS WHY H3 G4V3 YOU TH3 SHOTY HOK

PH: >:O

ET: No. I asked for it before.

PH: OH

PH: w3l 1t st1l counts

PH: congr4t1ul4t1ons >:)

ET: Mighta been the broken nose actually.

ET: Nnngh.

ET: Thanks.

PH: wh4t you m34n from n4n4n4n4 ? ? ?

PH: oh jo jo your3 brok3n nos3 1m gon4 nurs3 you up god

PH: R34L GOD

PH: >;)

PH: prob4bly w1l3 z1pl1n1ng from som3wh3r3

ET: He set my nose in place and there were shit tons of blood.

PH: so y3s th3n

ET: I dont know about you but I think I know how to snag a quad.

ET: Hella romantic. Its me.

PH: >:p

ET: Try and top that.

PH: m4yb3 1 w1l !

PH: 4nd youl b3 SO sory !

ET: All talk no substance is what Im seein.

PH: youl s3 3 3 3 3 3

PH: youl s3 3 3 3 3 !

ET: Whats your plan of approach.

PH: b3 sup3r 4dor4bl3

ET: Fair enough.

PH: 1ts gon4 b3 gr34t >:p

PH: m4yb3 1l t3l you mor3 l4t3r 4ft3r 1 h4v3 4noth3r gr34t qu4d

ET: I cant say Im envious.

ET: I got all the one I need.

PH: bluh bluh monogomy >:p

PH: 1m4 h1t you up L4T3R

PH: BY3 JO3L

ET: Haha. Take it easy Little.

-- prowlingHalfstep [PH] gave up trolling estrapadingTrueblue [ET] --

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