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bruh my phone is always in my damn hand if u think im ignoring you i am
the ability to fly requires hallow bones. i could kick an angels ass
you could kick a birds ass but youre not doing it. why
a group of crows is called a murder im not fucking with that
I apologize to everyone whose grammar I ever corrected before I learned not to be a tool.
your forgiven.
You’re… really sweet to do that. Thanks.
Be ya self bitch. Step ya pussy up honey. Get a job. Own a business. Suck a Dick
Psalms 98:3
No.
I mean, I dodged it. Flashstepping and all. I almost tripped and fell on my face.
Nah, it’s cool. If he’s not gonna pay me for his pizza money I’ll just kick him out. Or I’ll try to, at least. Not like I haven’t freeloaded before, so I get it.
I don’t actually have seventeen layers. I’d turn into like— the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Jesus. I have reasons, though. I mean. I can actually show you, if you want. It’s weird, and gross. But I like you.
Didn’t mention that, actually. It doesn’t really surprise me in the least, though.
still pretty shitty aim, of all things. and a lack of grace from you on your part. tsk tsk.
kiddin' aside though, he ain't shit if he's not gonna be any help to you. i trust you can find a better man if he's not gonna do anything.
shit, that's cute. if you're comf, sure, i'd like to see. weird and gross doesn't bother me. but i won't make you show what you don't want to.
my name is bro strider, and my hobbies include having questionable relations with people and twerking in front of the bathroom mirror.
He’s probably gonna order another fucking ten.
You tell him. He’d like, try to shoot me again. Did I tell you that? He tried to shoot me. Now he’s freeloading. I care more about the fact that I’m going to be hundreds of dollars in pizza debt than that.
[ BIG STUPID FROWN. That would’ve embarrassed him more like, a year or two ago. Instead he just rolls his eyes so hard he swears they’re gonna fall out of his head. ]
‘Mostly’, he says. I think you’d take that back if you saw me without the whole seventeen layers thing. Good. I know. I’ve been your favorite for like, ever.
the important thing is did he actually shoot you? if not, he's got bad aim, and he really shouldn't be luggin' around a huge ass sword if he can't even hit his target. poor guy. but i'll gladly tell him if you wont.
if you're gonna be shittin' in debt, i guess i can help pay your way out of it. just because i like you.
ok, the layer thing might be a huge turn-off because i'm all for teasin', but seventeen layers is just too many layers. i don't have time to be picking up your clothes off the floor.
but whatever you're hidin' can't be the worst thing i've ever dealt with. can't be that bad. did i ever tell you i had a fun fling with a green man-shark guy before? that happened ago. so i'm sure i can deal.
Five boxes, though!
He has a sword bigger than me! God. Fuck. I knew things were boring for too long.
[ LOUD SIGH. ]
Fuck me. I’m so fucked. Don’t be disappointed in me, I don’t think I could deal.
five isn't the worst it could be. i mean, it could be six, or twelve, or twenty-four.
great! large swords are perfect for cleaning. tell him to use that sword and get his ass in gear for early spring cleaning.
[ BIG DUMB GRIN. ]
you know where to find me if you need a hook up. haha. i'm kidding. mostly. but nah, i can't really be disappointed in you, kid. s'why you're my favorite.
There’s a fucking demon killer in my living room and he’s ordered pizza like five times. He’s eaten all of it— like—I don’t even— Who does that?
[ Makes a noise suspiciously close to that of a childish whine. ]
I don’t even like pizza.
you make it sound like there are no such thing as pizza-lovers out there just because you don't.
i'm so disappointed in you, grasshopper.
make that fucker clean it up if you don't like pizza mess.
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then clean it, you fuckin’ nerd.
There’s blood and pizza grease everywhere.
you have an excuse for everything, don't you.
Indeed, as per usual, she already was there. Practiced a thousand times over, she appeared against Strider’s counters, cunning eyes glinting as she measured him from where she stood.
"Of course, simply because I find you here does not mean we have to stay."
The Strider hardly batted an eye at the sudden presence of space twisting into the form that stood at the end of his counter, much more interested in the fruit in his hand. A small smirk overcame his features at her tone, knife in his other hand poised to make the first cut.
"Then by all means, tell me where we're headed darlin'."