-- purrinceFish [PF] began pestering saccadicSpecter [SS] at 15:29 --
PF: 3833 < W)(ale I mean, I know you are new
SS: wwhoa there, excu2e you.
SS: fiir2t of all wwhy do you giivve a 2hiit. and 2econd of all wwhy 2hould ii care. are you comiin ontwwo me or 2omethiin?
PF: 3833 < U)()(...w)(ale I care beclaws I like making furronds and I don't know w)(y mew s)(ould care I suppaws..
SS: wwhy wwould you wwant twwo make friiend2 wwiith me? ii 2uck.
SS: evven ii dont wwant twwo hang out wwiith me.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale I don't efin know mew yet!
PF: 3833 < And I don't t)(iink you suck
SS: tho2e twwo thiing2 are mutually exclu2iivve. you havve twwo talk twwo me for more than ten 2econd2 before iit really 2iink2 iin.
PF: 3833 < We've already talked fur more t)(en 10 seconds
PF: 3833 < Are mew a spurrite too?!?!?!
SS: yeah, ii gue22. beiin a 2priite ii2nt exactly doiin me any favvors.
SS: but iit ii2 wwhat ii am.
PF: 3833 < I'm a sprite! W)(ere are mew? We s)(ould m33t!
SS: ii cant evven begiin twwo fathom wwhat kiind of damage you mu2t havve twwo wwant twwo meet up wwiith me, but ii gue22 iim not doiin anythiing better. iim iin my room, but that 2eem2 liike an iinappropriiate meetiing place.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale t)(ere is my room, t)(e atrium, t)(e gym...as long as it isn't staff only I can go t)(ere!
SS: ...are you iinvviitiing me twwo your room?
SS: you mu2t be wwor2e off than ii thought.
PF: 3833 < Yea)(! Come on ofur. [Insert room number )(ere]
PF: 3833 < I'm already r33ly excited to m33t mew!
SS: ii havve no iidea wwhy. be riight ovver.
SS: *AND WITH THAT he leaves his room and goes to the number she gave. It's a few seconds before he knocks on it, because he half expects it to be some random number and she's just pranking him, but finally, he works up the globes to do it. Knock knock.*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e open up t)(e door. Inside is a glowing pink troll looking girl in a black skirt and w)(ite s)(irt wit)( a big )(eart on it.* )(i! Mew must be -Erisol!
SS: *And outside is the very image of eternal, unending woes. Er, that is to say, Erisol. He's wearing a white shirt with a dumb symbol he stupidly likes, and the rest is just..tail. He's surprised she was actually behind the door, though, and it kind of shows on his face.* uh, yeah. fefeta, riight? 2up.
PF: 3833 < )(iya! Come in. *S)(e steps aside and opens t)(e door wider.* Did mew know you can )(ave legs?
SS: *Well, shit. That would have been awesome to know about ten minutes ago. At this point, it's useless information. With an exaggerated sigh, he floats in.* of cour2e ii kneww that. *He didn't.* ii ju2t prefer iit thii2 wway. wwho need2 leg2 anywway. ii 2ure a2 hell dont. *He wants them.*
PF: 3833 < O)(...w)(ale if you ever want t)(em just...purretend t)(ey are t)(ere, t)(en poof! Legs! Don't forget clot)(es t)(oug)(.
SS: *He gives her a quizzical, even offended look. Just what did she take him for?* obvviiou2ly. for all the thiing2 wwrong wwiith me, iim not an iidiiot. iim not about twwo fla2h my junk twwo evvery 2ap wwho happen2 twwo be nearby.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale w)(en Davespurrite told me )(ow I furgot... *S)(e sticks out )(er tounge in teasing.*
SS: *He holds up his hands defensively, his mouth forming into a toothy scowl.* wwoww, ok. ii diid not need twwo havve that iimage burned iintwwo my pan, thank2. *Wow, talk about the exact WRONG thing to say.*
PF: 3833 < Aww, mew don't t)(ink I look nice? T)(at's okelp! -Efurry one is diffurrent, and all sorts of relations)(ips are allowed )(ere!
SS: wwhat? no, that2 not... *Groan.* wwhatevver. forget iit. ju2t my luck, the fiir2t giirl twwo talk twwo me in age2 and ii giivve off the iimpre22iion that iim not intwwo chiick2. ju2t fuckiin wwonderful.
PF: 3833 < O)( no, I'm sorry, I s)(ouldn't )(ave said it like t)(at...*s)(e frowns slig)(tly*
SS: *He pinches the bridge of his nose, a few bright green sparks coming off his horns. Just what he needs: a headache.* iit doe2nt matter. iits my fault for puttiin my foot iin my mouth a2 per fuckiin u2ual. *Grasping desperately for literally anything else to talk about, he changes the subject abruptly.* 2o wwhat ii2 there twwo do around here? other than get iinvviited intwwo a giirl2 room only twwo iimediiately screww iit up, that ii2.
PF: 3833 < Mew didn't screw anyfin up...but t)(ere is t)(e gym, w)(ere mew can go swimming and stuff like t)(at, and t)(e atrium to )(ang out in, or t)(e cafeteria to try normal food...and w)(en mew make furronds you can )(ang out wit)( t)(em...like us! *S)(e smiles widely. )(e s33med sad, and s)(e wanted to c)(33r )(im up.*
SS: *He doesn't smile back. He probably doesn't even have the muscles required to smile.* normal food? a2 oppo2ed twwo wwhat, rat droppiing2? *His expression implies that he is completely serious.*
PF: 3833 < No, like t)(e food )(umans and trolls eat instead of sun energy!
SS: oh. riight. ii kneww that. obvviiou2ly. ii wwa2 tryiin twwo make a joke. ii gue22 ii can add thii2 twwo the lii2t of thiing2 iivve ma22iivvely fucked up iin the pa2t thiirty miinute2.
SS: ii dont evven knoww wwhy ii bother 2ometiime2.
PF: 3833 < O)(! No, it was my fault fur not undpurrswimming t)(e joke! It is funny! *Really, it was. S)(e giggles slig)(tly and purrglubs.* So w)(ere are mew furrom? I mean, in t)(e universe...
SS: *For a long moment, he doesn't say anything.* wwhat kiind of que2tiion ii2 that? iim from the 2ame place evvery other 2priite ii2 from. a 2tar.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale of course but W)(AT star. *S)(e sits down on t)(e couc)( in t)(e room, and waits patiently, looking up at )(im.*
SS: ii dont knoww. ii nevver a2ked iit for a name. *Deadpan. What is humor? Still, he floats over to her and settles himself next to her, albeit a safe distance away.*
PF: 3833 < O)( )(33)(33, )(mm....water your favorite t)(ings aboat t)(e s)(ip so far?
SS: iivve been here for all of twwo day2. ii havvent really 2een much. ii gue22 2iince youre the only iintere2tiing thiing that2 happened twwo me, iit2 you. but not iin a wweiird wway. fuck. iim 2uch an iidiiot. you 2hould ju2t iignore me.
PF: 3833 < )(mm...nefur. )(33)(33 *S)(e smiles and giggles.* It's still r33ly sw33t of you to say t)(at, efin if I am only intpurresting by default.
SS: no, 2hiit ii diidnt mean twwo 2ay iit liike that. thii2 ii2 wwhy ii dont fuckiin talk twwo anyone. becau2e ii cant functiion a2 a proper liivvin beiin. youre probably already thiinkiin a wways twwo get riid a me.
PF: 3833 < No! I like mew! *S)(e watc)(es )(im for a moment before )(ugging )(im*
SS: *Oh. Well, that was unexpected. He tenses up and a few more sparks fly from the two smaller horns, though they pose no real danger to Fefeta.* wwhy are you touchiin me? *His words come off a lot more brash than he probably intends.*
PF: 3833 < It's a )(ug...t)(ey are somefin furronds do!
SS: *Friends? Is that what this is? Cautiously, he just kind of... pats her back, not really committing to the whole hug thing.* ...ii gue22 ii could con2iider you my friiend, iif youre 2o lonely you havve twwo re2ort twwo a friiend2hiip wwiith me. ii cant help but take piity on you.
PF: 3833 < *S)(e giggles and lets go* If t)(at is )(ow mew want to look at it! *S)(e is just so c)(33rful.*
SS: wwhat2 that 2uppo2ed twwo mean? *What is even with this chick? Is she ever NOT smiling or giggling?* ii mean, wwhat other wway ii2 there twwo look at iit? iim a fuckiin abomiinatiion, 2ome co2miic joke, and you 2tiill wwant twwo a22ociiate wwiith me for 2ome rea2on.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale I don't sea mew like t)(at. And of course I do! I'd be stupid to not want to be around mew!
SS: *Clearly, there is something very wrong with this girl. She has it all backwards. Best to just humor her, he figures.* a2 much 2en2e a2 that doe2nt make at all, wwho am ii twwo argue. wwhatevver you 2ay, ii gue22. *Cue the most noncommittal shrug ever to shrug.*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e smiles widely and )(ugs )(im again* Yay!
SS: *Yay? What kind of word is that? Oh, she's hugging him again. He's a little quicker on the uptake this time, but still his arm just sort of hovers over her back instead of actually touching her.* uh, 2ure. yay or wwhatevver. *With his free hand, he makes a little twirling gesture with his fingers. Party.*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e lets go* W)(ale now t)(at we are furronds, we can do t)(ings like play games!
PF: 3833 < Oar watc)( movies!
SS: *He has no idea what friends are supposed to do together, so he just nods.* wwhat kiinda game2 are wwe talkiin? not that there2 a game out there that ii wwouldnt completely fuckiin 2uck at, 2o ii gue22 iit doe2nt really matter.
PF: 3833 < U)(m...w)(at aboat go fis)(!
PF: 3833 < Oar...we can sea if t)(ere is a gamegrub we can borrow!
SS: eiither wway iim goiing twwo fall vviictiim twwo my owwn unendiing faiilure2. iin 2hort iim game for wwhatevver you thiink ii2 be2t. becau2e obvviiou2ly my fiir2t iin2tiinct ii2 twwo tru2t the giirl wwiith the iinexpliicable urge twwo 2uffer my pre2ence.
PF: 3833 < )(33)(33 mew're r33ly )(ard on yourself...w)(ale w)(y don't we play go fis)(!
SS: you wwould be hard on your2elf twwo iif you wwere a2 me22ed up a2 me. ii dont knoww wwhat po22e22ed me twwo take thii2 form but noww that iit2 here ii cant be bothered twwo get riid of iit. *SIGH* anywway howw do you play go fii2h?
PF: 3833 < It is a card game! *S)(e gets out a deck of cards and starts to s)(uffle t)(em* We try to matc)( up all t)(e numbers toget)(er...w)(oefur matc)(es more wins.
SS: wwell iit cant be THAT terriible iif iit invvolvve2 paiir2. eiither that, or iit2 goiing twwo be the wwor2t game evver becau2e of iit. regardle22 you are pretty much guaranteed twwo wwiin.
PF: 3833 < You r33ly t)(ink so? I lost t)(e past couple of times I purrlayed.
SS: you probably wwerent playiin agaiin2t people wwho 2uck at liiterally evverythiing. thii2 tiime you have the added bonu2 of an opponent wwho ha2 no iidea wwhat he2 doiin.
PF: 3833 < O)( u)(m...w)(ale you ask aboat if I )(ave a card. If I do, I give it to you, if I don't mew pick one out of t)(e middle.
SS: an the poiint ii2 twwo match card2 twwogether? 2ounds...exhiiliiaratiing. *He does not sound very exhiliarated. In fact, he sounds mostly monotone, but at least he's not being such a nihilist anymore, right?*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e smiles* Purr)(aps I just like it beclaws of it's name. *S)(e giggles and starts to deal out t)(e cards.*
SS: *He watches, and waits until she's done dealing to pick up the pile of cards that will compose his hand. Of course, there's not a single match in it -- just a random assortment of numbers and faces.* 2o wwho goe2 fiir2t?
PF: 3833 < Mew can! *S)(e s)(uffles )(er cards around preparing.*
SS: *He blinks.* uh, ok. do you havve any of... *He pauses, realizing he has no idea what this card is called.* ...the2e fancy lookiin fuck2 wwiith the j on them?
PF: 3833 < Jack! *S)(e gives )(im a Jack of diamonds wit)( a smile.* Go again!
SS: *He blinks, as if surprised that she actually had it. He lays down his match, the jack of diamonds with the jack of spades, and looks back to her.* wwaiit, ii get twwo go agaiin? 2wweet, ii gue22. howw about a 2iix?
PF: 3833 < Go fis)(. *S)(e giggles and gestures to t)(e pile.*
SS: go fiigure. *He sighs and picks up a card from the pile. Alas, it is not a six. He looks back up to her and waits for her to take her turn.*
PF: 3833 < Do mew )(ave any....qu33ns? *S)(e waits, )(olding onto )(er cards tig)(tly.*
SS: *Scanning his hand for the desired card, he frowned when he realized he didn't have one.* iit 2eem2 ii havve faiiled you, and my piiece of 2hiit hand doe2nt havve a queen iin iit. go fii2h.
PF: 3833 < No t)(at means you are winning! *S)(e gets out of t)(e pile and smiles widely, laying down a qu33n of )(earts, and a qu33n of spades.* Yoar turn!
SS: correctiion: WA2 wiinniing. my vviictory ii2 a2 alwway2 2hort-liivved. *Sigh.* iim iin the market for a three. wwhat are the chance2 you can help me wwiith that?
PF: 3833 < Aww, you got me on my next question. *S)(e )(ands over a t)(r33 of clubs.*
SS: *With a frown, he takes the three of clubs, laying it down with the three of diamonds. Of course, the one time he doesn't actually WANT to succeed, the game is going in his favor. Awesome.* iin that ca2e, howw about a kiing? at lea2t, ii a22ume that2 wwhat thii2 crowwned douchebag ii2 called.
PF: 3833 < Yea)(! And no, go fis)(. *S)(e wiggles slig)(tly, purrglubbing.*
SS: *With a sigh of what is almost relief, he goes fishing. He doesn't catch what he's looking for, but at least it's her turn now.* a2k awway.
PF: 3833 < Do mew )(ave any...twos. *S)(e )(olds back a giggle, since it was obvious )(e liked twos.*
SS: *For a brief moment, he's relieved that he's actually got a card she's looking for, until in the very next moment he realizes it's a two. God. Damn. It. Begrudgingly, he hands it over.* iit2 all your2. anythiin el2e ii can help you wwiith?
PF: 3833 < )(ow aboat....a seven? *S)(e lays down )(er pair of twos and waits.*
SS: *With a grimace, he hands over his seven of spades. He hadn't been happy with winning, but he sure as hell wasn't thrilled to be losing, either.* youre robbiin me bliind here. ii told you ii wa2nt goiing twwo be any good at thii2.
PF: 3833 < na)(, it's just luck r33ly. *S)(e purrglubs and sets down a pair of sevens.* W)(at aboat....nines?
SS: ii dont havve much iin the way of luck eiither. except riight noww, ii gue22, becau2e iit look2 liike youvve gotta go fii2h.
PF: 3833 < *S)(e giggles and grabs a card.* T)(is is r33ly fun, -Erisol.
SS: *He looks up from his hand at her, as if some realization had just struck him.* fun? ...ii mean, ii GUE22 ii could 2ee wwhy you thiink 2o. 2orta. iit2 not the wor2t actiiviity ii could thiink a doiin. better than 2iittin alone iin my room, anywway.
PF: 3833 < I mean, sitting wit)( a furrond can be nice efin if you do diffurrent t)(ings...So I formally invite mew to come ofur any time. *S)(e smiles, waiting for )(im to pick a card.*
SS: *For a moment, he's silent, not exactly sure how to respond to someone implying his presence is tolerable.* thank2, ii gue22? ii mean, ii gue22 youre wwelcome twwo come twwo my room wwhenevver twwo. iif wwere commiittiing twwo thii2 friiend2 thiing. *He swallows hard. That was awkward. Moving on.* do you havve any four2?
PF: 3833 < *S)(e gives over a four.* I just got t)(at too )(a)(a. *S)(e watc)(es )(im.* T)(e gr33n is purretty....I'm sorry if I am weird at all...
SS: *He takes her four, laying it down with his, before pushing his glasses up his face and looking back to her. He's about to ask her for a five, but she throws him for a loop.* wwhat? green? wwhat ii2 that 2uppo2ed twwo mean? and ii already told you ii thiink youre wweiird for evven wwantiing twwo be near me. 2ayiin 2hiit liike that ii2nt changiin my opiiniion.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale you talked in gr33n earlier...and you are kinda gr33n....just like I am pink, and davespurrite is orange. *S)(e smiles.* And I suppaws I am odd, but still, I don't want mew too t)(ink I am TOO odd.
SS: wwould ii really 2tiill be 2iittiin here iif ii thought you wwere too odd? ...wwell, ii probably wwould becau2e ii dont havve anythiing better twwo do, but 2tiill. my poiint 2tand2.
PF: 3833 < Oar purr)(aps swims? But yea)(, I undpurrswim
SS: 2ure, iit can swwiim iif you wwant iit twwo. *He shrugs, looking back to his hand of cards.* 2peakiin a wwater an wwater related thiing2, do you havve a fiivve or am ii gonna havve twwo go fii2h?
PF: 3833 < S)(ore, I suppaws I can give you a five. *S)(e smiles and gives )(im a card.* So....w)(at made you decide on t)(ese personalities?
SS: purrfect. *Oh god, did he really just say that? Quickly, to distract attention from what had just come out of his mouth, he takes the five, laying it down with his.* ii a2k my2elf that 2ame que2tiion liiterally evvery 2iingle day. ii havve no iidea wwhat po22e22ed me twwo create 2uch a vvolatiile exii2tence for my2elf. and yet here ii am, the 2hiittiie2t 2priite thii2 2iide a anywwhere.
PF: 3833 < )(mm....I don't know, I t)(ink you picked some purretty cool personalities! Like, Pallux is r33ly smart wit)( coding and -Erifin is r33ly impurrtant being a captain! *S)(e smiles at t)(e pun. S)(e couldn't )(elp it. W)(en people made puns for )(er, on purpoise or not, it s)(owed t)(at t)(ey cared.*
SS: iim 2ure theyre all fiine an dandy on theiir owwn, but tru2t me, miixiin the twwo ha2 not wworked out for me. not evven a liittle biit. *He groans, rolling his eyes.* movviin on, howw about your2elf? howw diid you choo2e your per2onaliitiie2? *Not that he recognizes either. He doesn't. But it felt polite to ask.*
PF: 3833 < W)(ale I )(ad )(eard aboat Feferi on t)(e radio waves w)(en fly towards )(ere, and kinda picked up on t)(at...t)(en w)(en I was furrst on t)(e s)(ip I made furronds wit)( Nepeta and added )(er in too! I'm sorry mew're )(aving a )(ard time t)(oug)(....being a sprite is )(ard and weird...
SS: iit ha2 iit2 up2 and dowwn2 ii gue22. iim ju2t 2tuck iin a permanent dowwn2wwiing of unendiing wwoe2. ii wwould 2ay iim u2ed twwo iit, but ii dont thiink ii evver wwiill be.
PF: 3833 < I purrlan on making t)(at down an up!
SS: ju2t wwhat ii2 that 2uppo2ed twwo mean? *He gives her a look, a few sparks jumping between his smaller pair of horns. Just what was she implying?*
PF: 3833 < U)(m....w)(ale I'd like to )(elp make mew )(appy! *S)(e purrglubs a bit. S)(e can't )(elp t)(at sometimes.*
SS: 2orry twwo bur2t your bubble, but that fall2 on the 2pectrum of complete iimpo22iibiiliity. at lea2t, a2 far a2 ii can tell.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale it won't )(urt me to try! W)(at sort of t)(ings do you t)(ink would make mew )(appy?
SS: ii dont knoww. ii nevver actually thought about iit. *He shrugs.* ii mean, thii2 doe2nt 2uck. hangiin out wwiith you or wwhatevver. iit probably 2uck2 for you, but ii actually dont hate iit. 2o ii gue22 mii22iion acciidentally accomplii2hed?
PF: 3833 < R33ly? I don't )(ate t)(is eit)(er! I catfis)(ually like it a lot! *S)(e smiles at )(im, and s)(e mig)(t be radiating off a little more )(eat t)(en s)(e means to, but o)( well, rig)(t?*
SS: *He makes a face that was maybe supposed to be a smile, but turned out more like a lemon-sucking grimace.* uh, thank2 ii gue22. ii wwould 2ay 2omethiin about howw you probably 2houldnt actually enjoy my company but iim pretty 2ure iivve already 2aiid that iin evvery 2iingle po22iible combiinatiion of wword2.
PF: 3833 < Purrobably )(33)(33. *S)(e gestures to t)(e cards.* Did mew want to stop or k33p purrlaying? *S)(e understood t)(at it was a smile and left it at t)(at...s)(e planned on making )(im do more of t)(at.*
SS: oh 2hiit. 2orry, ii kiinda forgot wwe wwere playiin. *He runs a hand through his hair, the general malcontent right back where it belonged: plastered all over his face.* uh, ii wwa2 gonna a2k for an eiight ii thiink, but iif you wwanna 2top wwe can. you wwere probably gonna wwiin anywway2.
PF: 3833 < no, I t)(ink mew were gonna win
SS: oh, riight. the one tiime ii actually hoped ii would lo2e, ii 2tarted wiinniing. ju2t my luck. *He scoffed, mostly at himself.* iin that ca2e ii forfeiit, and you get your fiir2t go fii2h vviictory.
PF: 3833 < Aww, t)(at's r33ly sw33t. *S)(e purrglubs and )(er c)(33ks lig)(t up slig)(tly. Yup, t)(at's a sprite blus)(.*
SS: 2wweet? more liike iinevviitable. howw wa2 ii evver goiin twwo come back from that brutaliiziin you wwere givvin me? *He tilts his head when she blushes, not quite sure how to react to it other than the involuntary sparks that flew between the pair of smaller horns.* ...are you feeliin all riight?
PF: 3833 < )(mm? O)( I am f33line fine! *S)(e giggles* You were t)(e one brutalizing me.
SS: a2 iif. ii wa2 beiin cru2hed under your miighty 2kiill2. tru2t me.
PF: 3833 < W)(ale t)(ank mew furry muc)(. We'll just )(ave to )(ave a rematc)( sometime.
SS: of cour2e. wwhat wwould wwe do wwiithout an excu2e twwo 2ee each other agaiin? *Okay, that was bold. Almost immediately, he flinches, his cheeks lighting up in a green glow much like hers had done moments ago.* 2hiit. 2orry. iim not hiittiing on you, iim ju2t an iidiiot wwho cant get hii2 foot out of hii2 mouth. you can 2lap me, iid under2tand.
PF: 3833 < Aww, w)(ale I'm r33ly flattered catfis)(ually....and I would nefur slap mew. I'm not one fur violence. *S)(e smiles at )(is blus)(ing. It was so cute.*
SS: *He pushes his glasses up his face in a (failed) attempt to regain his composure.* wwell that2 a reliief. a2 much a2 ii probably de2ervve iit, ii wwa2 kiinda hopiin you wwerent gonna do iit.
PF: 3833 < I don't t)(ink you deserve it. *S)(e watc)(es )(im for a moment before )(ugging again.*
SS: *Well, there goes all that composure he just gathered up. This time, his hand landed on the top of her head, his reactions still unable to contend with the concept of a hug.* ii havve no iidea wwhy you arent jumpiin at the opportuniity twwo 2lap me, but iill take wwhat ii can get ii gue22.
PF: 3833 < Beclaws me aren't bad....t)(oug)( yoar )(ugging could use some work. *S)(e giggles.* You )(ug around my back...you are trying to bring t)(e person close to you. *S)(e lets go and sits back.*
SS: uh, riight. of cour2e ii kneww that. ii ju2t wwanted twwo 2ee iif your haiir wa2 a2 2oft a2 iit look2? or 2omethiing twwo that effect only le22 creepy. fuck, ii am really piitchiin a no-hiitter twwoday.
PF: 3833 < *S)(e starts to blus)( again.* O)( t)(ank mew. *S)(e touc)(es )(er )(air lig)(tly.* I suppaws I nefur t)(oug)(t aboat it...
SS: 2hiit, that mean2 iit2 wweiird that ii thought about iit, doe2nt iit?
PF: 3833 < No...diffurrent isn't r33ly weird...and besides, I t)(ink I like weird.
SS: *He frowns, still clearly disappointed in himself.* howw ii2 iit that ii can contiinually be my 2hiitty fuckup of a 2elf and you wwiill contiinually laugh iit off wwiithout gettiin nau2eou2 at the thought of evver havviin twwo 2ee me agaiin?
PF: 3833 < Beclaws I don't dislike mew...purr)(aps someone mig)(t, but not everyfis)( likes one anot)(er.
SS: *He groans.* iit2 gettiing more and more diiffiicult twwo thiink of wway2 twwo convviince you iim terriible company.
PF: 3833 < *S)(e s)(rugs.* Sorry. I don't know )(ow mew could do it eit)(purr.
SS: iim not 2ure iif that2 a good or bad thiing. on one hand, iit mean2 ii get twwo hang out wwiith you. on the other, iit mean2 iim makiin you 2uffer through beiin near me.
PF: 3833 < No, I'm s)(ore I'm not suffering
SS: iif you iin2ii2t. *He sighs. It's probably time to give up on this particular subject.* 2o iin2tead of my piity party whiich iim not 2ure wwhy you put up wwiith eiither, can ii a2k howw you ended up on thii2 2hiip? iit2 not evvery day you 2ee a felloww 2priite.
PF: 3833 < O)(! Well like I said I was coming t)(is way anyways. I n33ded to explore past my favorite purrlanet and came aboat t)(e s)(ip...and t)(en I joined! )(ow did you come )(ere?
SS: ii heard about iit and ii wwa2nt really goiin anywwhere iin partiicular. iit2 probably one of the mo2t diivver2e group2 of liivvin beiing2 out there, 2o iit 2eemed liike a good place twwo learn about 2tuff. partiicularly other culture2.
SS: that 2ound2 2o 2tupiid noww that ii 2ay iit out loud.
PF: 3833 < No, no, it's r33ly reasonable! And smart! Sea, I told mew t)(at you were. 3833
SS: ii ju2t cant wwiin wwiith you, can ii? *He makes that face again, the one that almost sort-of tried to be a smile.* ii gue22 iit ii2 kiind of 2mart, huh?
PF: 3833 < Yea)(. And I mean, I suppaws mew can win wit)( me. Not r33ly s)(ore )(ow, but you can!
SS: that 2ound2... not at all promii2iing, but iim 2ure ii can wwork iit out. *He gives a little snort of a laugh, but it's gone as quick as it came and his expression is back to its neutral frown.*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e smiles brig)(tly, )(is smile and laug)( making )(er )(appy.* W)(ale...is t)(ere anyfin else mew wanna do?
SS: ii cant thiink of anythiing iid rather do. *He pinches the bridge of his nose.* fuck. 2orry. ii 2hould go before ii fuck iit up wwor2e than ii already havve. ii 2tiill havvent evven regii2tered my2elf or anythiing an ii keep 2ayiin the exact WWRONG thiing twwo you, 2o... yeah, long 2tory 2hort, ii 2hould leavve. *He rises from the couch, his hand moving up to run through his hair.*
PF: 3833 < *S)(e watc)(es for a moment, t)(en stands up and )(ugs )(im again before letting go.* W)(ale if mew want to...I don't t)(ink you said anyfin wrong....but good luck wit)( registering! Aranea is r33ly nice!
SS: *Somehow amidst his mini-panic, he actually managed to return her hug without so much as thinking about it. Taking note of the name, he nods.* yeah... thank2, btww. iit2 been... iit2 been real. *Flustered, he flees the premises, floating quickly through the halls until he's safe in his room. Could that have been any more awkward? Probably not, but at least he was back in his room to nurse his headache and wallow in self-pity over it in peace.*
