#ooc: sorry.

[quackity1999]

Weirdest question the paparazzi asked you, Q?

IF FHEY COULD SHOVE A FUCKING MICROPHONE UP MY ASS ‼️

who fucking SAYS that dude????????

[quackity1999]

DO YOU THINK HES AFRAID OF YOU BECAUSE YOUR AFRAID OF YOURSELF, QUACKITY?

HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN THE EXTENT OF WHAT YOUR MADE OF YET? WHAT ELSE WOULD IT TAKE. NOT MUCH. NOT MUCH

you're*.

[quackity1999]

hear me out on Hoax okay...

YOU WANT TO FUCK HOAX?

[quackity1999]

Catboys or doggirls?

OR dogboys v catgirls

Hi! What Do You Think.

[quackity1999]

what’s your opnion on the shrek movie. specifically the script. the entire script

die.

[xxwitherrosexx]

I think we all know who Whiteza is 😏

[isabelleisalwayswright-blog]

fyi, diabolical ≠ debacle

Thank you, anon.

[arcadeisraelgannon-blog]

dare: start making friends. [open, repost.]

[At first he thought that it might've been someone playing a joke on him. A cruel, mean joke to remind Arcade about his horrible people skills. But, no, sadly it wasn't a joke. This was Six's handwriting. Regardless, it still brought up the fact that Arcade had no other friends here in Arcadios besides Six or Benny. Could he even consider Benny a friend? You shot my friend here in the head, so we're friends too, alright? Let's just keep the bullets out of it. Whatever. He knew that wouldn't cut it with Six, so he set out to find a friend... Whoever that would be.]

"Well, it's not like this will kill me, right?"

[Arcade folded up Six's note, tucking it away into the breast pocket of his lab coat. He was in Polis, one of many people roaming the streets of the city. Traveling around by himself wasn't much of an issue, but he would most definitely rather have company with him. At least something to keep the silence broken. Okay, so he lied to himself. This probably would kill him.]

"Augh, why do I even bother."

[His first new face wasn't exactly... Friendly, as he recalled. Kainé, a woman with two massive blades acted as if she wanted his head on a plate, served with a tiny bit of garnish. Arcade was worried that his next encounter would involve somebody blowing up in his face. Maybe, if his luck was as bad as he liked to believe, they'd probably do it literally, too. And that would be the end of Arcade Israel Gannon.]

[Making friends was one of those things that you just had to hold you breath and dive in to, right? Arcade closed his eyes and turned around a few times, deciding that he'd go in one direction and talk to the nearest, available person there was. He probably looked like a creep. The back of his mind told him this.]

"Hey there, are you busy? Care to have a chat?"