[TXT] Creeper, we need to talk.
txt: Booster did it!

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[TXT] Creeper, we need to talk.
txt: Booster did it!
❝I can’t BELIEVE you just did that. ❞
txt: Hey, Boosty! You got any summer plans?
nverheardof liked for a starter
“Whoa, jeez, another costume... I need to get a memo on all these outfits and symbols! Gimme a hint here, am I s’posed to help you, or fight you, or are you just trying to sell me insurance?”
"You look lovely today."
( meme ;; accepting )
“— Oh! Well, thank you! I’m just— uh— wearing the same kinda stuff as normal. I don’t really think I did anything different. But, still! Thanks! Um— you don’t look too bad yourself.”
"On a scale of fake pockets to nachos, how good is your idea?"
( meme ;; accepted )
“My idea is about as good as whoever first thought ‘This Madonna has a good voice;; maybe we should give her a record contract!’”
( nverheardof | starter call )
“One PERK of being dead is that you can go to as many Madonna concerts as you like and no one can do anything to stop you.”
"I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but... I've been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I'd listen."
( meme ;; accepting )
That earns him a surprised look. She’s used to being ignored here— it’s kind of why she LIKES it. There’s no one here who’s constantly watching her, waiting for her to mess up. It’s easier here to her rational mind to counter her usual worries. But... she does appreciate his words. And, who knows? Maybe opening up to a total stranger would help.
“I, uh, don’t really think you’d want to listen to my stuff.” She finally responds, deciding against burdening him, “It’s kind of heavy.”