#ooodwight

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Hey Dwight! Hows it going? I just wanted to send an ask to see how you've been.

“Q-Quentin! O-Oh me? I-I’m good just uh- how are uh you? Been… busy with stuff and The Entity and-… Pizza deliveries through Vigo’s mirror yeh know the usual- Shell is very helpful with that…”

He goes quiet for a few moments then jumps as if shaking himself from his thoughts, his expression once more light and less thoughtful and worried.

“W-what about you?? H-How are you doing?”

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Hey, Dwight, can I get some pizza over here?

“Huh- Did someone say something???” 

Dwight’s brown eyes blink as he adjusts his hearing aid onto his ear, glad The Entity had finally gotten around to fixing it after all this time.

“Pizza?? Oh! Of course- uh what kind do you need? And what size? Uh- though- maybe getting it to you might be abit of trouble but- The Entity will likely help with that- She’s rather fond of sending things outward or watching me cook.”

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YEET

Dabs.Nice to see some good old fashion nerd spam in my inbox, considering I haven’t posted anything yet this is actually hilarious and a good encouragement for me to actually use my blog! - Dwight