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Candy: I don’t run into a lot of people who’ve seen Salute Your Shorts. 

Judgemental Off-the-clock Barista: “Manchild” emanates off of this one like stink off of a fine French cheese,  so I wouldn’t be surprised if he still watches the reruns after all these years.

Olav: Hah, sure do! Okay, not so much lately, seeing as watching reruns would require turning on a tv I don’t have, but yeah, hit that nail on the head.

Candy: Well... I’ve got the entire series on vhs. And, hey! I’ve also got a tv. You’re from Windenburg too, right? Maybe we can set something up?

Olav: Sounds good. I’ll give you my number and you can call me whenever?

Candy: Cool.

Judgemental Off-the-clock Barista: ...ugh.

Candy: What?

J: Wow, Can. Wish I had your game.

Candy: Hey, that is definitely not what’s going on here! Have neither of you ever run into someone with a same incredibly niche interest you have?

Judgemental Off-the-clock Barista: That tends to happen fairly easily on college campuses, so, yes. Yes I have.

Candy: You’re easy, Dunia. All you have to do is accidentally wander into a 400-level biochem lecture and you’d have immediate friends for life you can talk all science-y at. Salute Your Shorts only comes around once in a blue moon.

Olav: /too loner, too socially awkward to know what’s going on in the conversation anymore and contribute

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Olav: Camp Anawanna, we hold you in our hearts / and when we think about you, it makes me wanna --

Mortified Off-the-clock Barista: Please, just...oh my god.

the purple tea finally kicks in and he’s able to bother the barista with a prankster theme song, much to her horror and immediate shame.

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Magnus: Jesus, Elisif, he isn’t you. Maybe get that through your stubborn skull? You've had it rougher than us, fine, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to criticize him -- us -- when we refuse to see the world with the same heartless bias you do.

Ellie: Excuse me, heartless?! How dare you of all people imply I’m heartless! If it wasn’t for me having any ounce of sympathy for...

Magnus: Don’t. Don’t finish that sentence and bring that discussion up again. Not here.

Olav: Just gonna...grab my drink and...

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Ellie: And you. Grow up already, okay? Someone you don’t know dies in front of you. What’s more, it was a fucking Leech, right? Boo-hoo, big fucking deal. That kind of shit doesn’t even come close to the top of the list of “worst things you’ll ever come across in your life”.

Olav: Sorry? And yeah, I already admitted it was stupid...

Ellie: -- you’re damn right it is. If you’re going to survive without us, you’re gonna have to toughen up by a lot.

Magnus: El, just give him a break, yeah?

Ellie: He can’t afford a break, Magnus, get it through that stubborn skull of yours.

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Olav: I mean I know it’s kinda stupid seeing as how I didn’t even know the guy at all, but...it bummed me out? You don’t wake up in the morning prepared to see someone spontaneously combust.

Magnus: It’s an understandable reaction.  Death isn’t something you’d hope to come across just randomly like --

Ellie: Quit. It. Quit treating your nineteen-year-old brother with kid gloves.

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Ellie: Why do you look like someone kicked a puppy in front of you?

Olav: Well I don’t know if my experience is quite that insidious, but I saw someone die today.

Magnus: Ah. Rough.

Ellie: It isn’t that big of a deal.

Magnus: El...

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i sent him to the library to get rid of the ~research vampires~ want, and, well...he got some good insight into how he can kill one, should the need ever arise. this is the first sim that’s ever died in my game, too. r.i.p nameless vampy bud! thanks for leaving my sim in a 16 hour sobfest 💁

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Slightly-Embarrassed Barista: Uhm. 

Olav: ...yeah...

Slightly-Embarrassed Barista: So how about we forget this ever happened and try to introduce ourselves to each other another day?

Olav: Sounds fantastic.

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the barista from the night before came to the gym and greeted olav with what appeared to be the kiss kiss darling greeting from ts2 (which i didn’t even know existed in this game?). everyone just seems so uncomfortable about it especially me .

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Caleb: ...............................pfffft.

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Whelmed Barista: Here’s your order. And please don’t do that, either, that review can still point back to me.

Olav: Thanks. And again, I’m kidding. Social media accounts take too much effort that I’m just not prepared to give, y’know? Anyway, I’m off to get swole. See ya around!

Whelmed Barista: Wait! Sir, you can’t just leave here with that mu--

Olav: Byyyeee!

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Slightly-Overwhelmed Barista: You the one with the pre-workout shot? Sorry, it’ll be another second. It’s my first day and my trainer thought I’d be fine on my own while he stepped out for his last fifteen.

Olav: Hey, no problem. But if it sucks, let him know that I’ll be writing a strongly-worded letter to the management.

Slightly-Overwhelmed Barista: Oh, uh...well, he’ll only blame me and I really need this job to help pay for school and...

Olav: Relax, I was being facetious. Like anyone even writes letters anymore. I’ll just just leave a passive-aggressive review like everyone else does.

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hello, new followers! c:

sorry i was m.i.a. for a bit yesterday; superbowl sunday is kind of a big deal in my circle. i’ve got some stuff in my queue that’s set to post once an hour. some of it is filler (just trying to get through the rest of the pics i have for his week 1), but there’s some posts in there i hope you’ll enjoy! ✧∇✧ i’ll also be following back after dinner! thank you for the follows!

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Olav: ...and so I left

Bewildered Coffeehouse Patron: Um. While I guess that technically answers the question of “What brings you to Windenburg?”, I was wondering about the practical, less intense reasons. You know, like a job, or family? 

Olav: Ah. I have completely misread the tone of our conversation.

Bewildered Coffeehouse Patron: Small talk’s tough, man. I get that.

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Olav: ...too late. I’m already crossing the bridge. You guys can’t stop me now, ha!

Olav: ...

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Ellie: Asshole. Would it kill you to give that thing up?

Magnus: You kick our brother out of the house, giving him no acceptable reason for doing so, and I’m the asshole for wanting to keep my guitar? Okay.

Olav: DON’T COME RUNNING AFTER ME! I’M WALKING AWAY. SLOOOOOWLY WALKING AWAY. SO SLOW THAT YOU COULD CATCH UP IF YOU WANTED TO APOLOGIZE AND WELCOME ME BACK WITH OPEN ARMS. Not that I want you to, or anything...

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Olav: Whatever. I hope you two are happy and safe in your garlic-reeking house. I’m gone. And don’t you try to stop me.

Ellie: We won’t. Call us when you get there, okay?

Olav: Where’s there?

Ellie: ...heh. You got me. Just let us know when you’ve found someplace.