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finchbaggins · 5 years ago

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Carrot Cake

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston AU / OFC

Authors note: For @redfoxwritesstuff 500 followers writing prompt challenge #Kitkats500

Prompt: “Did you do something different with you hair?”

“Fuck.”

The curse left my lips in a frustrated hiss, and I threw the poppy red beret I’d been trying to style my hair under for the best part of half an hour to the floor. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the dressing table.

My stupid reflection.

My hideous, god awful, embarrassing, reflection.

You’d think, when you were paying someone a decent amount of money, a professional no less, at a top salon, to restyle your hair, that they might have some idea what they were doing. I’d expected to come out of that salon feeling like a new woman, heaven knows I needed it after the month I’d had.

Work had been hell, what with two people handing in their notice and one of the team had just gone on maternity leave, which meant the number of FTE’s (Full time employees – junior management jargon) was down to just four on my team, and reallocating everyone’s workload’s had kept me tied to the office, sometimes late into the night.

This unusually busy period, and my unforeseen extended hours, had been seemingly the only excuse that Dan – the guy I’d been sort of seeing for almost a year to get bored and find someone else to do his laundry, cook his dinners, and suck his cock.

I wasn’t as upset as I ought to have been, if anything I was relieved. I’d known the guy was a leach and I was better off without him. But somehow being thirty-two and dating him seemed more appealing than being thirty-two and single, going home to an empty flat and microwave meals for one every night.

It had however, been the kick up the backside I needed to get my shit together. Work had finally sorted its self out. I booked a Friday off so I could enjoy a nice long weekend. I enjoyed finding any tiny possession that Dan had left in my little one bed flat, and putting it in a black sack, before hauling it all down to the communal dumpster. Then I’d cashed in on a voucher I’d found on Groupon – Colour and Restyle at Top London Salon – fifty pounds.

That probably should have been my red flag.

But money was tight, and I was determined to push forward with the whole, out with the old and in with the new.

I’d attended the appointment with several images saved on my phone with what I wanted. I wanted my dull light brown hair transformed to a vibrant copper, with choppy layers and a heavy fringe. What the stylist – or apparently blind, trainee stylist – managed to achieve was shade of orange which could be described as radioactive, and an uneven, long bob which made me look like I wanted to ‘talk to the manager’.

The worst part was, because I’d already had a voucher which meant the treatment had been greatly reduced, the salon could not issue me a refund. Although they did invite me back to try and ‘correct’ the colour. But I’d have to wait at least a fortnight, as putting more colour on it straight away could cause serious damage to my hair. Apparently.

So I was stuck with this horrific orange blob on my head for at least a fortnight. Probably longer, as there was no way I was setting foot back in that salon and letting any of their stylists lay a single finger on my hair again. So that meant waiting until my next pay day so I could go to a better salon. But pay day was three weeks away.

In the meantime I had to go to work, in an office full of people. Looking like Chucky.

Worse still. I had to face Tom. Tom, my annoying, shithead of a colleague. Tom who was in equal measure the bane of my existence and the closest thing to a real friend I actually had. Tom who was also devastatingly gorgeous and he knew it too.

I’d just about managed to twist and clip the fringe out of my face, and I’d attempted to do some type of vintage up-do that I could tuck under my beret and hope it just looked like a new style I was trying out. My fashion sense was normally a little off beat and loud so it was unlikely anyone would comment.

But no matter what I tried, I just couldn’t pull off the beret.

Eventually, another brainwave, I pulled out a pretty silk scarf. It would at least offer some cover from the embarrassment of my morning commute on the tube. I couldn’t see my boss standing for it though.

∞

“Kara,” my eyes shot to my boss, who tapped his wrist and frowned at me from the doorway to his office, “Was there something more pressing for you to do this morning, than show up to work on time?”

“No, Nick, sorry, I missed my alarm,” I apologised hastily, as I passed, “I’ll take ten minutes off my lunch.”

“Whatever, Kara,” he chuckled, and shook his head. He wasn’t really mad, I’d worked for him for too many years for him to really care about the odd ten minutes here or there, “Get that stupid thing off your head, we’ve got clients in today.”

When I finally made it into my own office everyone was already there. The small team were quiet and hard at work, Tom was leaned up against the end of one of the newer team members desk, chatting away quietly, but didn’t miss the opportunity to roll his eyes at me as I hung my coat on the back of the door, and hurried over to my desk.

The next fifteen or so minutes were spent logging into my computer and putting an eye over my emails. Long enough for Tom to fetch our morning coffees and put one on the end of my desk and take his seat across from me.

Everyone worked in comfortable silence and I waited for Tom to settle into his work before I shifted and started removing the pins I’d used to hold my scarf in place, hoping to just slip it off and carry on and maybe no one would say anything. But the second I pulled it off my head I could feel the burning of Tom’s gaze on me.

I tried not to look at him, and fixed my stare on the screen in front of me, trying to focus on the monthly audit spreadsheet. But of course my eyes darted to the side and I caught him, sitting across from me, his eyes sparkling with delighted amusement. I looked away and tried hard to ignore him.

“Good weekend?” his voice drifted over the space between us, and I couldn’t bear to look at him.

“It was fine,” I muttered, “Yours.”

“It was good, got drunk with Pete on Saturday. That new bar on Green Street, with the cocktails that turn your tongue black.”

“Nice.”

“So…” he trailed off, and I could hear in his voice that he was holding back laughter now.

“So?” I shot back abruptly.

“Did you do something different with your hair?”

I looked him dead on now. He was lounged back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. God, I wanted to smack the stupid fucking grin off his beautiful face.

“Obviously,” I hissed, looking away quickly, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing how distressed I was. Made worse by how amused my misfortune was making him.

I tried to press on with my work.

“It’s very –”

“Don’t,” I snapped, quickly, cutting him off before he had a chance to finish.

He finished anyway.

“Orange.”

I said nothing, and kept my eyes firmly fixed on my screen. Tom obviously realised he wasn’t going to get a rise out of me now, because it seemed his attention was also back on the job. So, when it seemed like I could finally settle into my working day and hope that was the last comment I’d get regarding the disaster on my head, I shot off a few emails and then looked at the internal audit from my superior.

Everyone worked in silence, which wasn’t always the case. Generally we were a lively office, but the mood was dampened by the clients due in. The office manager was strict on professionalism, and whenever we had visitors he insisted chitchat was kept to a minimum.

“Christ, Kara. What happened to you? I think you were better off with the head scarf on!”

I’d not heard my boss enter our office, and my eyes shot up in time to see Tom bark with laughter, and a collection of snickers rose from around the office.

“Sorry, Nick,” I mumbled.

“Not me you want to be apologising to. Poor Tom here needs sunglasses sitting opposite you,” Tom chuckled and greeted his bosses high five.

I huffed loudly, “Hilarious. Glad you’re all getting a good laugh at my expense.”

“Talking of expense,” Tom started, his eyes were bright and twinkled with humour, “How much did you sell your soul for, for that haircut?”

“Ha, fucking, ha, Tom, gingers don’t have souls, I get it. You’re a fine one to talk with the ginger Jokes, at least mine will grow out,” I groused, annoyed that now Nick had basically given permission for open season on the hair jokes, Tom was going all in.

“Mines auburn, the ladies love it.”

“Sure.”

“Besides there’s ginger, and then there is that,” he waved a pointed finger in my direction, “It looks like you’ve fallen in a vat of chemicals.”

“Fuck off.”

“Language, Kara,” Nick said, suddenly more serious, “That’s quite enough. You can’t expect to turn up looking like that and not get a few jokes made at your expense.”

“Obviously it’s not meant to look like –”

I tried to argue, but my boss held up a hand to stop me.

“I just came in to let you know I’ll be showing our visitors around within the hour. If you could all just be on your best behavior. Tom, perhaps you can bring up some of the recent stats for them to have a look at, I’d like you to talk them through.”

“Nick, I completed last months internal, perhaps it would be better if I did that.”

“Given your vile mood this morning, Kara, you are the last person I want left alone with one of our highest paying clients.”

My lips parted in surprise. No, shock and humiliation.

I wouldn’t even be in such a foul mood if it wasn’t for his and Tom’s jibes at me. I wanted to walk out, but if I did that I’d only make it worse for myself. So I pressed my lips together and gave a short nod.

In his favour, Tom did give me a sympathetic look, as he picked up his laptop and followed the boss out of the office.

∞

If I’d even hoped that might be the end of my ridicule, I was sorely mistaken.

When I arrived back to my desk after lunch, a bowl had appeared, full of fresh oranges, and a two litre bottle of Tango orange was there too. Tom had returned from his meeting with the visitors, and only glanced from his screen briefly, long enough for me to see the smirk on his lips, as I picked up both the bowl and the bottle and marched them to the shared staff canteen.

When I returned, he looked pretty pleased with himself.

“Chill out, Weasley.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Then not long later a tap on the office door. It was Barbara from the bakery down the street, carrying a small white box. The types they delivered their cakes in, because we always ordered from there on birthdays.

“Hi, Kara,” she chirped, placing the box on the end of my desk, “Special occasion?”

I looked at the box, with a post-it on top reading my name and office number. I frowned, then looked back at her.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Oh, well… must have an admirer. Enjoy,” with that she skipped off.

I could feel all eyes on me as I pulled the box towards me. When I glanced across my desk, Tom looked about ready to implode.

“What? What did you do?”

“Me?” he exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest, having the gall to look insulted at the accusation.

So I flipped the lid of the box open, and there, inside was a small, but perfectly delicious looking carrot cake. Complete with cream cheese frosting and little decorative iced carrots.

“I…” The tears rolled down my cheeks and splashed onto the cake before I even realised I’d started crying, “I think…I think I’m not feeling too well. I’m going to go home.”

I closed the box quickly and dropped it into the bin under my desk. Then picked up my handbag. It was only when I strode across the room, and reached for my coat that Tom spoke up.

“Oh come on, Kara. Don’t be like that.”

“Tom, I think you should leave it, mate,” I heard Paul, the usually quieter member of the team, pipe up. But his warning went ignored.

“Kara, it’s just a bloody joke.”

“Yeah, well it’s not funny, Tom!” I shouted, spinning back to face him, “Do you think I wanted my hair like this? Do you think, if I could have done something to make it look less hideous, I wouldn’t have done it before having to come in and face you.”

“It was just a laugh.”

“For you, maybe. Not for me,” I sniffed, “You’re meant to be my friend. I know we wind each other up, but I can’t believe you’d go so far out of your way to get a laugh at my expense. It’s bad enough having to leave the house looking like this.”

“Kara, I didn’t…”

“Don’t even bother, Tom. I’m going. Tell Nick I’m ill.”

With that, I turned back and hurried from the office, leaving Tom, and the rest of the team in stunned silence. Not once, in all the years I’d worked there had I walked out like that, or out rightly shouted at Tom. We bickered, sure. All the time actually. We wound each other up, but we were never cruel.

∞

I waited until I arrived home to completely lose it.

A text came through from Nick, saying Tom felt bad about how he’d behaved, and they both meant no harm, and hoped I was okay.

I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my body wrecked with harsh sobs.

This was ridiculous. It was just hair, why did I care so much? Some people had it worse. My own mother had lost all hers when she’d undergone Chemotherapy, and she’d not cried about it once. Alright, she wasn’t okay with it, she hated it. But she got on with it.

So why was I so upset about my hair? It would grow out, eventually. And in a few weeks I’d be able to colour it and maybe get the cut sorted. It was fixable.

More so, why was I so bothered by what Tom said?

Oh yeah, right. Because the office banter and bickering had been my own, so far, successful way of staying in control of the stupid crush I’d been harbouring from the day we were assigned to work with one another.

It’s not like I’d ever stand a chance with him anyway, he’d never paid me the slightest bit of interest. I’d have known if he had, because Tom was a notorious ladies man and when he liked a woman he let her know very quickly. He always said it was because he had impeccable taste, so he didn’t like to hang around. If he didn’t get in there, another man would.

I called him a slut.

But only because I was jealous.

Jealous of every girl who was better than me.

And now I was heartbroken because I’d now made myself look repulsive, and stupid and I’d managed to bump myself further down Tom’s list. Not that I was even on it to start with.

The truth was, of the women Tom had dated, there had been a fair few red heads. These stunning women, with long, scarlet tresses. Usually tall, with fair skin, blue eyes, and so very striking to look at. Women who were so extra, that next to them, I looked positively dull.

I bathed, and washed my hair. The stylist said after a few washes the colour would ‘settle down’. It wasn’t working, but I tried anyway. After blow drying it, it looked brighter than ever, and I shed a few more tears in front of the mirror. I couldn’t stay away from work until it was fixed.

It had just gone seven o’clock in the evening when my door buzzer went. I wasn’t expecting visitors, and my phone had been quiet since I’d ignored my bosses text. So I was a little nervous when I picked up the entry phone and asked who was there.

“Hey, Kar…It’s Tom,” I could heard the uncertainty in his voice. I’d already given him one dressing down today, was he expecting another one? “Can I come in?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not here to take the piss.”

“I hope not.”

“Well, can come in then?”

I glanced back into my little flat. It wasn’t too untidy. I looked down at myself. Old leggings, a band t-shirt which I’d cut the sleeves off of, and my fluffy bed socks. I suffered from cold feet. What the hell? He’d seen me in worse states.

“Sure,” I pressed the button and heard him push the door open.

Tom had only visited my flat once before, for a little gathering which I’d had for my thirtieth birthday. Whilst we were friends, it was usually reserved for work, and occasionally nights out. My place was small, and I wasn’t overly fond of having guests.

It only occurred to me when I heard the tap at my front door, that Tom lived the other side of the city. Coming to Croydon was well out of his way, considering his own place was in North West London. No closer to work, than me, really. Just in the complete opposite direction. The fact that he’d made the effort to come all the way to see me, gave me pause for thought.

When I opened the door, Tom was standing on the other side, clutching a bottle of white wine, and wearing a very sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” he said, the instant I beckoned him through the threshold of my doorway, and he thrust the bottle of wine into my hands. It was cold, and had clearly been picked up on his way over from a Newsagents with a chiller. The sudden cold in my hands took me by surprise and I bit back a gasp. Tom frowned at me, waiting for my response.

“Erm…okay,” I nodded slowly, closing the door behind him, “You didn’t have to come all the way here to say sorry. I probably over-reacted.”

Probably. I had definitely over-reacted. Most people would see the funny side. Hell…I’d have normally seen the funny side. Except, when it was at your expense, and the subject of the joke was actually something that was quite upsetting to you, it wasn’t very funny. But how could I expect Tom to understand why I was so upset over my hair. It was just hair.

Hair which he was now looking at with a renewed interest.

Of course. At work, it had been clipped up. But now, post blow dry. He could see the dodgy style in all its horrifying glory. Wonky fringe, and uneven layers, the lot.

“Wow… Kar… that hairdresser’s really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

“Tom, you’ve come here to apologise, but if you’re going to start on me again, I’d rather you just left,” I thrust the wine bottle back in his direction, and pointed at the door, “You can take your cheap bottle of plonk, and bugger off.”

“No, no, I’m not taking the piss, Kara. I promise,” Tom held up his hands, palms out, as if to show he wasn’t there to hurt me. “And I’ll have you know that wine just cost me ten quid.”

He looked sincere. His eyes were wide and full of concern. That’s what set me off again. As if I hadn’t wasted enough tears over a stupid haircut already.

“Oh, no…oh Kara, love. Please don’t cry,” he lunged forward, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. Completely forgetting the bottle of wine, which was now trapped between our bodies still in my grasp.

“It’s…so…stupid,” I sniffed and wiped my face on his jacket, “It’s just hair.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“It is though,” I hiccoughed, and pulled away from him, “Sorry, I’m crying all over you.”

“Listen, I’ve got a friend, he works for Toni and Guy, he’s a top level stylist. I’ve had a chat, and he says he can see you tomorrow. He’s based not far from work, and Nick has said you can take the morning off.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because I told him I’d been a complete knob, and I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back, if I didn’t try and help you put this right.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t afford it anyway, and the salon said I probably shouldn’t put anything on it for a few weeks, or it’ll all fall out or something,” I shrugged hopelessly.

“Well, that might an improvement,” I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but his jibe cost him a harsh glare from me, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “Anyway, I spoke to my friend, he said he can help, and he definitely knows more than those idiots that fucked it up in the first place. And as for the cost, it’s my treat. Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t let you do that. It’ll cost a fortune.”

“Kara. I wasted money on a homemade cake, for a joke today. I can afford a haircut. Besides, I want to do this for you. I hate seeing you so upset. Especially when I’m the one whose fault it is.”

“You didn’t do this,” I gestured to my hair, “How is it your fault?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be your friend. Friends don’t kick each other when they’re down,” Tom shrugged, “Anyway, you’re seeing my friend tomorrow and he’ll fix it for you.”

“Well…that’s very nice. Thank you. Do you…want a glass of this?” I held up the bottle of wine.

“Why do you think I brought it?”

I went into the kitchen, Tom was hot on my heels, and hung behind me whilst I fetched two glasses from the cupboard and poured us each a glass of wine.

“Here,” I turned and put a glass in his hand. We went through to the living room, and sat together on my little sofa. We both sipped our wine quietly, and I wondered how long he would stay. It would take him well over an hour to get across London this time of the night. I couldn’t help but feel bad that he’d felt the need to make the effort, all because I couldn’t take a joke.

“I don’t mean this to come across the wrong way, but I’m not sure why you felt the need to change your hair anyway. It was fine as it was,” Tom said, somewhat out of the blue. I’d thought the topic of my hair catastrophe was done with.

“It wasn’t fine, it was boring, and dull.”

“It was lovely, and natural.”

“Since when do you have an opinion on my hair.”

“Since you felt the need to ruin something beautiful,” he shot back without a beat.

“Beautiful,” I scoffed, “Since when have you considered anything natural about a woman, as beautiful?”

“I beg your pardon?” Okay, maybe they was harsh, and I shouldn’t have been surprised by his insulted expression.

“I didn’t mean…I just…” I stammered trying to explain myself, “I’ve seen the women you date, Tom. We’ve worked together long enough. You can’t sit there trying to tell me I shouldn’t be changing my hair because it’s beautiful in its natural state, when I know for a fact that in your eyes, me and beautiful are two things which don’t go together.”

“Oh you know that for a fact do you?” Tom spat, looking surprisingly, more annoyed than I’d ever seen him. And I’d seen him lose a contract he’d worked on for over three months, “You think because I date a lot of women who bleach their hair and cake on make-up, that I don’t appreciate natural beauty. That I don’t think of you as beautiful?”

“You’ve never given me reason to think you do. But that’s fine, Tom, you’re allowed to have a type. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It’s just…don’t judge my decision to try and change my appearance, in an attempt to appear more aesthetically pleasing, when you’re in no position to do so,” I exclaimed, truly exasperated. I didn’t expect him to sit there and lie to make me feel better. Or to try and justify his proclivities.

“I like all women, Kar… all shapes and sizes, it doesn’t bother me. I’m not picky.”

“You are a bit,” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, alright, yeah, I can be a bit picky, but it never has anything to do with looks.”

“Why are we even talking about this?” I wondered, finally. I didn’t want to talk about Tom’s dating catalog, it was literally the last thing I needed right now.

“Because, you seem to be under the impression that I don’t think you’re beautiful. Which I do, actually,” Tom stated, very matter of fact.

“Tom, please don’t do this. I know you think it’s making me feel better, but it’s not. I appreciate you coming here, and also sorting me out an appointment with your friend. But you don’t need to shower me with fake compliments. I don’t…what you think about me doesn’t matter. It’s fine,” the words were rushed, and Tom’s brow furrowed in frustration.

“You’re not listening to me, Kara. I’m not trying to make you feel better, and my compliments are not fake. I’m trying to tell you that I like you, that I have for a while. Which is why I feel so awful for upsetting you today. And I always think you’re beautiful,” he paused, taking a short breath, before adding, “Even with your god awful Toyah hair do.”

“What?” I asked, bluntly. Ignoring his comment about the hair.

“You heard me, Kara.”

“You like me? Like me, like me?” he nodded, “Since when?”

“Well… a while. I don’t know?”

“But… why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was trying to be professional, we have to work together. Also, I didn’t want to make a move unless I knew you liked me too, because it would make things awkward,” Tom explained, as if it was the most obvious reasoning in the world, “And up until very recently you were still dating dickhead Dan.”

“But all you do is wind me up, and argue with me.”

“You argue with me too! Plus…I like it when we bicker. I like your fire, Kara. I purposely try to get a rise out of you, because…well… it’s sexy as hell.”

“Oh come on!” I scoffed, incredulous.

“You don’t believe me do you?” He set his wine down on the coffee table.

“I just… you date so many women, really stunning ones.”

“I date a lot of women, because I’m single and I like female company. Am I seeing any of them more than once or twice? Am I looking for anything more than dinner, and maybe sometimes sex? I’ve not had a proper relationship in almost two years Kar…because I’ve been too hung up on you.”

“Oh.”

“I hated that I made you cry today. I never, ever want to hurt you. Although I didn’t plan on telling you quite like this –”

He didn’t get time to finish, because I cut him off, with my lips against his.

Tom froze momentarily, and I wondered for a second, if kissing him had been a mistake. Just because he apparently liked me, it didn’t mean he wanted to make a move. I went to pull back, parting our lips, but as I did so, I felt Tom’s hand grasp the back of my head, pulling back, and he mumbled his disapproval of my intention to pull away.

He kissed me back this time, his lips insistently working against mine. I flung my arm out, the one still grasping my own wine glass, feeling for the table until I could set it down. Then once it was safely out my hands, I moved back into the kiss properly, maneuvering myself, until I could clamber up and push Tom against the back of the sofa, and straddle his lap.

“Fuck, Kara, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

“About as long as I’ve wanted you,” I responded, moving back to press little kisses along his jaw and neck.

“But…but you were with Dan?”

“Only because I couldn’t bear the thought of being single. It took him cheating on me, to make me realise that I’d rather be on my own, than with him. My self esteem isn’t great, but I know I’m better than that.”

“He cheated on you?” I hadn’t meant to let that lip, I’d not told anyone that part.

“Yeah.”

“What a fucking idiot,” Tom mumbled, tugging me back towards him and kissing me again. When his hand travelling from my hip to my right breast and squeezed trough the worn fabric of my t-shirt, I gasped. The second my lips parted, his tongue plunged into my mouth. He worked a nipple between his fingers, and I groaned loudly into his mouth, grinding myself down into his lap.

“Tom,” I whimpered his name, breaking the kiss, “I wanted you too. For a really long time. I thought… I never thought you could like someone like me.”

“What on earth, Kara?” his hand left my breast and settled back on my hip, he pulled back and his eyes searched mine, “Someone like you? You’re wonderful. You’re beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy. I’m so incredibly lucky to even know you, to have you as a friend, let alone, on my lap, rubbing yourself on my cock like it’s your fucking job or something.”

I giggled, and ground down again, giving him a playful smile, “Like that?”

“Fucking minx, I always knew you’d be like this. Please tell me I don’t have to go home.”

“You don’t have to go home,” I answered, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, pleased that he was thinking the same as me. I couldn’t think of letting him leave now.

“Thank god,” he breathed, “Now… lets find you a suitable hat, to cover that monstrosity on your head, then I’m going to take you to bed and fuck you so good, that tomorrow you’ll go into work with a bad limp and a huge smile, and no one will have any doubt exactly what you’ve been up to.”

I didn’t even have time to formulate a suitable sassy response, before I found myself lifted off the sofa and marched across the flat, and thrown, unceremoniously onto my bed.

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bwicblog · 8 years ago

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AM: Greetings all babes on this fresh night ~ hopefully AWAKE unless you stayed up all day then honestly those bags you must be toting. Awful. I'm so sad for that and you but did you know there's this new startup eye depuffer? It's amazing. Frozen cucumber water with fresh tea leaves on your face AMAZING. leaves it fresh looking as if you'd actually slept. But anyway I see truck talk. Is it travel to somewhere good babe?

IA: I see every-one is having an adventur-ous m-orning

ID: oh hey it's my new punching bag.

VC: What

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VC: Hadean what

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IA: Y-ou're still planning -on fighting s-ome-one?

AM: aw cute. You're coming in such a humble manner--- it's Ashley by the way Hadsy babe.

ID: i'm planning on fighting ash. am. loudmouth there.

VC: Oh

ID: gonna humbly drive his cartilage nub in to his thinkpan.

VC: Hahahaha

VC: Good luck

AM: hold on Honeys my subs at my stop I'll be right back babes don't start the chatter without me~

VC: I mean that sincerrrely

IA: .... Y-ou sure y-ou're g-oing t-o be -okay?

VC: Please

VC: I imagine Hadean will be fine

ID: totes fine. don't worry about it. it's just gonna be a good ol fashion purpleblood beating.

VC: What, with yourrr fists? Please tell me you'rre going to use yourr psi, orr something.

AA: whaaasy is this the dude

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ID: that's the dude. don't worry about it vc, just know he's gonna get broken. also wtf sip if you crash i'm gonna be hella pissed. i'm gonna start elbowing you if you keep typing.

AA: mean!!

ID: so is texting when you're supposed to be driving. either pull over to write or get elbowed.

IA: Are y-ou talking t-o each -other in chat when y-ou're right next t-o each -other?

ID: you got it.

VC: pfft

IA: I supp-ose that's a way t-o c-onmunicate

ID: sips listens better to text than actual words. and probably listens even better to elbows.

IA: N-ot a safe -one, but it is -o e.

AM: You should listen to your friends gassy babe. I'm getting a little offended you think this is going to be so easy! If you don't take it seriously I really don't think I could take you out for closure coffee after babe. It's real rude to underestimate things, like here I am getting myself prepped in advance and such. Just. UHG. AM: I should be surprised though. Evidenced by these honies here and that you ignored your side kick the other night It makes sense. Kudos for boldness babe. Truly. Know when someone's not taking your bluffs though!

ID: i'm going to pris' place to get prepared, is that enough flattery for your overblown ego?

VC: Oh my god.

ID: i'm even getting an outfit that probably costs more than everything i've ever owned combined.

VC: We did it, we found the most stereotypical purpleblood

AM: You're bringing a suit right babe?

AM: stereotypical....

SA: Pris is alive. And I see this asshole is back 😊

ID: ahahah vc, he isn't. he's a paper pusher. there's nothing purpleblooded about him really.

VC: Wow.

VC: That's actually kind of sad.

VC: Poorr guy.

AM: babes please. The hostility in here is not making for a good vibe! I came in here giddy! My coffee wasn't messed up, the sub was on time i got extra crunches in this morning. Let bygones be bygones for a second Prisma sweetheart. Yeesh

VC: No, no, I just feel sorrry forr you now.

AM: Nothing wrong with a stable job babe.

VC: It's weirrrd but I'm embrracing it.

ID: =:) look ashy, i got you some pity.

AM: secretary to legislacerators is a sweet gig honey

ID: doesn't it warm your blood pusher?

VC: Oh god, not like _that_ , but yes

VC: PFfft

VC: You worrk forr _teals_?

ID: well of course platonic pity.

SA: how are they bygones... this is an active situATION ONE MOMENT

VC: whew

ID: yep.

ID: ....be careful pris.

AM: I work for Halvea babe.

VC: I have _no_ idea who that is.

VC: Somehow I doubt I carre.

AM: not a very average real is all I have today honey

ID: ij on here if you're ever dealt with them vc.

ID: ij said he was cheap labor.

AM: NOT

VC: Ahahah oh dearr

ID: so i mean. he's a bargain paper pusher.

VC: I hope he's not a clown, forrr his sake

AM: she's a kidder. A riot really babe. It's fun. All okay. You wouldn't understand office jokes don't worry

AM. Clown...?

ID: ij didn't seem the kidding type~

AM: I take my job serious honey. I'm no clown

VC: ...I meant a Mirrthful, silly trroll

VC: What

VC: Don't you know shorrthand?

AM: Not if it's not relevant to my life sweetheart. I get you now though. Don't worry babe no. No....mirthful swindling here. Not all fresh and boring though I promise though! Hell honey I've got to keep Hadsy entertained somehow if I don't dabble in that freak cult I need a schtick right? AM: Which I have. Honey have you heard of a trump card?

ID: yeah you were talking about that last time ashy.

ID: repeating yourself isn't entertaining.

AM: it's for the new one babe.

AM: keep up.

ID: oh so you're just polishing your ego on vc i see.

AM: Sweetheart you keep saying I have an ego but listen...listen are you listening?

ID: is this you taking out frustration from all the simpering to tealbloods i assume you must do?

VC: Well, at least you'rre not a clown, though admittedly the last cirrcus I went to wasn't bad.

VC: Strrange, but not that bad.

AM: Listen babe please. Jeez. I'm saying here...I'm saying Hadsy Honey. I've got manners and I wanted this VC here to know a bit about me and I can't have them thinking I'm covered in pore clogging face paint. Okay?

AM: So chill out rougey.

ID: you just clog your pores with. cucumber slime instead.

ID: i don't know if that's better.

AM: actually it does an amazing job of exfoliating if you use some almond and rice scrub after!

AM: a really refreshing deep clean

VC: Considerr me educated. And pfft. It is. Cucumberr slime might be excessive, but it's not paint.

VC: Especially considerring how garrish some paint designs arre.

ID: sorry, i hatched with perfect skin and don't have to worry about slime and scrubs.

AM: VC I like how you think. Keep going about that. You obviously know more since I don't get involved. I've got appointments to keep and all babe. Too busy to check out those meetings they give me pamphlets for.

AM: speaking of i don't think any of them know what a copywriter is? Honey listen...do yourself a favor if you ever start a cult for your caste hire one. As a graphic designer Goes a long way or appeal babe

AM: Hadsy...I'll bring you a face mask before we fight okay? I don't need you flaking layers of dead skin around.

AM: babe listen. You can be honest about your inability to afford these things. Being charitable and kind is important to me. Really babe. I know you didn't want my chips before and your trim as ever but. Babe. Take it really.

ID: boy are you gonna be surprised when you see my mug.

AM: You haven't seen me either honey.

ID: don't worry, my expectations are low so you won't have to worry about dashing them~

AM: exciting! Almost as exciting as these faxes I need to coffee. See you babe!! Be sure to shower and let a good moisturizer soak after you apply a water activated body scrub.

AM: *need to send AM: remembered I need to get Halveas coffee

AM: AU REVOIR HONEY

ID: i mean that shit probably isn't good for tattoos.

VC: ...I don't _know_ much about it, that's highblood business. I went to a cirrcus, that's all. Marroons don't _do_ cults, thankfully.

ID: try not to dump coffee in to the machine you inept idiot~

SA: ow 😦

ID: you okay pris? =:(

SA has sent IMG_055.png. It is a photo of him, a large gash going horizontally across his cheek.

ID: =:!!!! don't take selfies, go patch that up!

SA: I am pressing my sleeve to it while I move.

SA: it was another psion.

SA: they're out, now.

ID: they better be. =:( that might need some stitches or something.

SA: it's alright. I think. It just stings a lot.

SA: this is my first accident in a while.

ID: yeah, well. you can't be untouchable all the time unfortunately. i'm glad you're okay.

AA: n, that deffo needs stitches. and beforne anyone else fusses, am parnked and getting food, stfu.

ID: oh. okay listen to sips, get some stitches. or that. glue you can use on flesh. would that work?

AA: lmao, y, mb. as long as it's not supernglue. yrn mug bleeds lots, you can't just have shit staying open.

ID: so yeah, listen to sips and. get that to stop bleeding. =>:(

AA: orn leave it open and get a hot scarn. AA: evernybody digs scarns. >:}

ID: i mean scars make everyone look cooler. it's true.

IA: Are y-ou still driving?

AA: y, ofc.

AA: this is not a taxi sernvice, tho, you gotta have horns at least thrnee hands high to get frnee rnides.

AA: I'd take a pic to show, but, like, you can't drnive w yrn knees.

AA: that's dangernous. >:}

SA: I like my face and body mostly scarless

SA: I will return

SA: fixed.

SA: now I am beautiful again

ID: again? =:P

AA: yrn so vain, dude. >:}

ID: gonna make the scratching post- i mean sips- feel self conscious here! 💚

AA: stfu, i am the prnettiest bella at this goddamn ball. look at this face, dude, it's got like, charnactern. and chicks dig scarns. >:P

ID: if it makes you feel better, i agree that scars are badass.

ID: it's a. 'look what happened to me and i survived it' thing.

AA: y, exactly. if you don't have any scarns, how the fuck is anybody supposed to buy the fact you know wtf yrn doing?

AA: it's yrn prnoof yrn not some dumb-ass posern.

ID: i'm clearly the exception. of course.

ID: though one of these nights you should tell me scar-stories sips. =:P i wanna hear fight stories.

AA: ofc, ofc. nobody expects sparnkplugs to get theirn frnonds dirnty. >:P

AA: i'll tell you one rnight now, nerndlornd. AA: name a spot. orn a caste!

ID: hmmmm!

ID: the neck one.

SA: I can appreciate scars on others but I don't like them on me. They look too rugged. And that is not my "aesthetic"

AA: oh? that one's laaaame.

ID: well if you change your mind just know you could pull off rugged well. =:P

AA: y. eat a steak and yrn totally passable. >:}

SA: scar stories? Tell us

SA: and thank you 💚

ID: speaking of, you better have eaten today. =>:(

AA: thrnoat scarn was frnom my firnst fight! didn't know how to brneak a garnrnote prnopern yet, but luckily, she didn't know how to use it, eithern. >:}

AA: and then my ashmate said it'd look wicked sweet if it scarnrned morne, so we rnoughed it up a little forn show. AA: phern's stitches arne way bettern now, tho.

ID: go big or go hive on your first scar, gg.

SA: i will have a milkshake. That's food

SA: oh, goodness.

ID: ...at least it has a lot of calories. add some protein powder to it if you have some though.

SA: you made more scars just to look good?

SA: 😰🤕

AA: it is nooot. at least get some frnies!!

SA: it hurts to open mouth

ID: wriggler. =:P

ID: 💚

AA: and y, when i was a dumb bb. AA: needed to look rnough so ppl would stop fucking W me. >:}

SA: i can be pathetic too

SA: 💚

ID: rude we're never pathetic over here.

AA: aww, poorn pupa. AA: grind up the frnies in yrn milkshake, duh. 💚

SA: I suppose that's a good reason, Sipara

ID: ...eww.

SA: of it works it works

SA: that sounds horrible

AA: n, what's hornrnid is tuna and peanut mash shakes, so be glad i ain't telling you to drnink those.

AA: >:P

ID: what. ewww.

ID: how about your lip scars sip?

SA: did... you actually drink those

AA: it helps you gain muscle. so. y. >:}

AA: and why arne you wanting to know abt my face scarns? those arne lame. supern lame. hella lame.

ID: grossss.

ID: because they're the ones i see the most other than the neck one. and i already asked about that.

SA: what's the worst scar you have, Sipara.

AA: gdi, yrn both the wornst. >:P

SA: do you know what is immensely annoying

SA: neighbors

RS: / oh / what are they doing / ? /

RS: / or / is this an issue of existence / ? / haha /

SA: I think they are arguing.

SA: it woke me up from rest.

SA: and now my heard hurts.

SA: why is it so hard to solve problems civilly

RS: / oh / ! / I'm sorry / that's dreadful / can you get some tea / ? / that can help your head / RS: / some people are incapable of behaving in a manner that befits their sweeps / they'd rather holler like wrigglers / RS: / can you / mm / politely tap the wall / to let them know you can hear the debate / ? / perhaps it will shame them into silence / ! /

SA: mmm...

SA: Maybe, but I think all I have is black tea.

SA: it's unfortunate and i frown upon those who insist on acting like. children.

SA: If I could convince myself to move from my bed I might do that but I rather can't.

RS: / =:C! / RS: / who knows / ? / caffeine might help / but ah / perhaps not / if you don't feel like getting up / RS: / I can't precisely blame you / I fell asleep earlier / and just woke / and / moving seems rather more effort than it's worth /

SA: i thought that caffeine made headaches worse? But I am unsure...

SA: we can lie uselessly in bed together.

SA: it seems like the day for it. It's been raining all evening in Provenance.

RS: / it is fifty fifty / i drink sufficient amounts that i get panaches if i do not have any caffeine on hand / so it works for me / RS: / and / haha / marvelous / ! / the highest form of bonding / lying bonelessly in a bed / simulantaenously as your peers / RS: / it is raining here too / ! / it is damp and cold and i loathe it / how do you stand it / ? /

SA: Oh... I suppose that could cause it then. I do drink coffee-based drinks regularly.

SA: absolutely. I can think of no better experience.

SA: I enjoy the rain. I also love thunder.

SA: My loft is high enough that I can see lightning over the city and the port, and it's very beautiful.

SA; but I would rather be inside than in the rain. Listening.

RS: / haha / I don't like either of them / but / if you're up high / I suppose that makes the difference / RS: / do your psionics relate to the weather / ? /

RS: / / / ah / no / that's an impolite assumption to make / my apologies / ! /

SA: no, they are just clairvoyance.

SA: it didn't seem like a bad assumption. It was better than usual

ID: ...so, uh. pretty dead night here, huh.

SA: very. I wonder what happened

ID: no clue. maybe they just all spontaneously grew lives.

SA: oh, damn.

SA: now ill never convince them to come back.

SA: I suppose I will just have to commit harder to my videogames

ID: pfff. =:P did the pokemon-me evolve.

AA: dnw, dnw, we will have L I F E in herne. latern. eventually. mb. AA: have you two evern playned nevren have i evern btw.

ID: =:??? what's that.

AA: played!! therne is no rn therne. >:P idgaf if you've evern playerned it.

AA: it's a gaaaaaaaame, duh.

ID: ...how do you play?

SA: yes, it did. I also fed it treats.

SA: never have I ever?

SA: five fingers is what I heard it called in a bar once

ID: =:?????

ID: what happens to the fingers.

ID: do you chop them off.

SA: :)c

SA: no, you don't thankfully.

AA: 'kay, you say, like. AA: .. idk, nevern have i evern culled a man, and then evernybody around has to rnaise theirn hand if they, like, have done it. AA: orn, like, if you say it and you've done it, you gotta. AA: it's fuuun.

SA: sometimes you can use shots too

ID: oh. that sounds mostly harmless.

AA: nornmally ppl, like, take a shot when they say it. AA: but you two arne teetolling loser--

AA: oh my god, prnisma, way to be fucking scandalous. >:}

SS: (Omfg, I was bout to be like you're leavin out the best part!)

SA: how bad me be :)c

AA: oh my god, nevern use that smiley again, it's hornrnible.

AA: >:{

ID: is this all working up to asking the room to play.

SA: 😂

ID: because. yes.

SS: (Prisma's here to save your sitcushions tho Sipa)

SA: how will we verify though. There's no stakes

AA: lmfao, n, i would nevern ask the rnoom to play. AA: me and lal arne playing, b/c i bought booze, and he's got booze hid in his couch, so, like. AA: you two arne mornally rnequirned to suppornt me in my time of need and fucking play.

AA: turn on yrn webcams!!

AA: wait, no, fuck, lal doesn't got one. >:?

ID: okay. but remember my speakers don't work so type if you want me to actually answer.

AA: omg omg yessss.

SS: (I got a webcam!) SS: (It's in, uh, three pieces on my palmhusk.)

AA: if you just hung out in my hotel rnoom, you could totes use mine. >:P AA: but y, y, we will all type.

SS: (Say thx to the zeds, pal, they were real interested-like in what I tasted but unfort they just up and got the actually valuable ish.)

SA: I have a camera but I'm not showing my horrible face so you can see my hands and torso

SS: (And shit, pal, my b! Next time I'll totes up and get myself fired so I can use your cam.)

SS: (Maybe I'll set up a camgirl biz.)

SS: (Pri's secretly too pretty for mortal eyes txt it.)

ID: psh pris you saw my face looking a whole lot worse than a lil gash. =:P

SA: yes but you're handsome qualities are not weakened by scars

SA: I however look like a zombie with a tissue on my face

ID: aww hear that guys, i'm pretty even covered in gore.

AA: i meant haaaads. but y, pls get firned to come hang out w me. AA: you can totes be the field assistant to my docternrnornist. >:P

aA: also awww. way2flattern, prnii.

SS: (As I've totes established to Sipa earlier: )

SS: (Broken-face is the new chic.)

AA: why do you look

ID: and fiiine sips. i'll come over.

SA: I am a good flatterer

SA: I'm ready when you all are so let me know

SA: I will get. Malibou in the mean time

SS: (Mali-what, pal, it's straight vodka or bust!) SS: (Sunshine if you're a real troll.)

SS: (Ain't no drinkin unless you're, like, killin braincells and lowerin your life expectancy while you're at it.)

SS: (A lil blindness ain't never killed nobody!)

AA: pls get malibu and clean out yrn pan w/ it. AA: no zombie kinks in the chat rnoom, pls and tyvm. >:} forn starnterns, you totes don't wearn enough white to pull that shit off.

AA: and yyyyyyy. >:D rnoom parnty!!

ID: what's a malibou.

SS: (Tfw you're too broke to not get wasted sad and alone. (\unu/) ) SS: (This is what my life has become!)

SS: (Someone put on Trollvanescence plox.)

SA: what zombie kinks...

SS: (And y, only Pher gets to have the hots for the undead.)

SS: (Him, and that wader.)

SA: w

SA: what

ID: pheres and daz like those rainbowdrinker movies pris.

SA: oh.

AA: dnw, prni, dnw.

SA: horrid

AA: let it wash overn you like sunlight.

AA: therne, now we'rne all blind and past it. >:}

AA: arne you actually getting booze btw??

SA: yes

AA: do i have to orndern booze to kee -- !!

AA: !!!!!!!!

SS: (Aight so wait how're we playin this?) SS: (Like, showoff ver where you say a thing you've done and everyone what ain't done it takes a shot?) SS: (Or cluckbeast olympics where you say ish you ain't done and anybody what's done it's gotta take a shot?)

AA: wait, no, shit, i think i totes got some. AA: wherne the fuck did i put my bag. >:?

ID: oh malibou is booze.

SA turns on their webcam. There is a bottle of Bailey's and five shots of it on the coffee table. Of course you can only see his hands and knees because of how his computer is situated. Very serious about the face thing

SS: (Cos I gotta say I'm totes gonna win the latter, I lits grew up under a rock.)

SA: I don't actually have Malibou but

ID: i hope you ate dinner pris. =:P

SA: no 😃

SS: (Hi-5)

ID: let's do the version where lal doesn't immediately win.

SS: (We die of alcohol poisoning like trolls.)

SA: you should be more concerned about me

SA: I haven't done anything in my life

SS: (Nah, we're playin the ver where you up and lose if you ain't done jack!)

SS: (Ain't no fun otherwise.)

ID: ...okay the game where you don't both join hands and win by being boring. =:P

SS: (Nm I vote we team up and crush Hadean.)

SA: no I wouldn't betray Hadean even in useless games

SS: (Y, this is v srs bsns.)

ID: thanks pris. =:P really warming the blood pumper tonight.

SA; I do that every night

AA: omg, look what i found. >:D AA turns on her webcam and brandishes a bottle of cheap red wine at it, beaming. It has a ribbon on it. AA: also, omfg, no teaming up of any kind, 'kay.

AA: i'm going to crnush all of you and it's gotta be 4x1, or else it ain't cool. >:{

AA: ... 3v1. w/e, w/eeeeeeee.

ID: knock knock sips, let me on in.

AA: y! if pops lands on yrn head, dnw, he's frniendly.

ID: he's probably just infatuated with my horn.

SS: (Wtf, Sipa.)

AA: it's on firne, he's on firne, it's, llike, a pernf match.

SS: (Why you gotta betray me like this?)

SS: (Not the team ish, I mean the booze.)

ID: please don't let your lusus lay my horn down by the fire.

SS: (You can't take shots of wine.)

SS: (Leastways not if you ain't a lightweight. (\unu/) )

SS: ( / End transparent bid at manipulation.)

AA: if he keeps bugging you, i'll lock him in the closet. but it means he likes youuu. AA: and -- lmao, what'rne Y O U drninking, then??

SS: (...)

AA: strnaight coffee does not count as booze. >:P

SS: (I ain't actually got the foggiest wtf this is, negl.)

AA: even if it is gonna make yrn teeth fall out.

AA: take a swig and find out!!

SS: (Tastes like crap, tho!) (\^_^/) )

SS: (Fruity crap.)

SS: (.... I'm probs gonna get, like, a mold.)

SS: (The sacrifices I make for you. (\qnq/) )

AA: >:}

AA: okay, hows about, instead of taking a _shot_, i will just take a fucking chug. AA: to make it faaaaaairn. bc yrn whining.

ID: if it makes you feel better, sips' stuff is probably crap.

ID: i mean. it has a ribbon.

ID: that's cheap and tacky af.

SS: (It should probs be on record that I've, like, actually consumed units of alcohol, like.)

SS: (Twice.)

SS: (So I'm just here makin sure everyone gets as wasted as I'm bout to.)

SS: ( (\unu/) )

AA: stfuuu, it's not tacky, it's Q T.

SS: (Put the ribbon in your hair!)

SS: (Or around your horns, mb someone'll actually be able to see em that way!)

ID: ahahahah don't hold your breath.

SA: oh dear

AA: so someone'll be able to see 'em, orn so you'll be able to see 'em?? >:P AA: bc it'll need to be a biggern rnibbon forn that, dornk.

AA: and hads, i'm gonna lop off yrn horns and take 'em if you keep that shit up. AA: you've got thrnee. lrn2sharne.

ID: fight after you're both trashed, it'll be funnier that way.

SS: (Bigger ribbon and a microscope. (\unu/) )

AA: .. prni. prniiii. AA: you starnt this! and hads, wave hi forn the webcam. >:}

ID: sorry sips, you can have the third one if you can get it to stay.

SS: (Ain't my fault we up and need visual aids and a map to find 'em - you totes had your chance to steal mine.)

ID waves his better hand at the camera. Hey he's not looking as bad now, just in time to get beat up again.

SA: you want me to start?

AA: y!

SA: why...

AA: bc yrn the hearnt of ourn parnty.

AA: duuuuuuh.

ID: clearly.

SS: (^^^^^)

SA: mmm

SS: (Also I ain't doin it on accounta I ain't sure how hard peeps're goin and I'm only down to, like, alienate errybody with weird mother grub slurry experiences after a few more drinks.)

AA: well, it ain't you, hads. AA: and lal's like, only the hrnt, if we bought it off eprney.

AA: ... case in point, oh my god, this is why yrn not starnting.

SA: never have I ever

SS: (Why, you don't wanna hear bout where your buckets go???)

SA: WHAT

AA gags loudly and obnoxiously at the camera.

AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: stfu stfu stfu

SA wrings his hands on the camera

ID is making a face like someone just skinned a cat in front of him.

SS: (Protip: They go under a rock. Like, the kinda rock jadebloods up and grow up under. What, you think the mother grub shovels that ish into her carcass herself?)

SA: I'm glad I was in a tube

AA: N E V E RN H A V E I E V E R N AA: smooched a clown, how's that. AA AGGRESSIVELY TAKES A SWIG.

SS: (Wait, why're you drinkin??)

SA: what... you're not supposed to drink if you haven't done it

ID: sips is just way too down to booze.

AA: ... wait, fuck.

SS: (Do we gotta drink on our turn??)

AA: idk!!

SS: (Omfg)

AA: i thought you werne always drninking!!

SS: (Rules! If you ain't done it, you drink!)

SA: that's. Ass backwards

SS: (If it's your turn, you say a thing you've done!)

SS: (Y, Hads decided we're doing this ver earlier.)

ID: well that's what happens when half of us never do anything pris.

SA: it's if you haven't done it you don't drink if you have done it you drink

SA: that's

SA: my head hurts

ID: otherwise sips gets trashed while you two are sober.

AA: if we do it yrn way, prni, me and hadds arne gonna get sloshed and you and lal will be the winnerns.

SS: (And you were, like, nooo, we're not doing the normal ver cos I ain't gonna turncoat on my biffle!)

AA: that's cheaaaating.

SA: then what's the point of never have I ever...

SA: how do you phrase that

SS: (Showin off wicked ish you've done and making erryone drink for bein an inexperienced loser!)

ID: you're still admitting to doing or not doing something pris!

ID: anyways just drink if you haven't smooched a clown. =>:(

AA: wait, wait, haaads. AA: you still gotta drnink. go get a watern bottle orn something. >:P

AA: you arne P A RN T I C I P A T I N G.

SA: I haven't kissed anybody

AA: omg.

ID: =:'( i don't get to drink your rotten grape juice.

SA wants to die already. He just drinks his shot very confused

SS: (RIP sobriety!)

SS: (Clean for sweeps! And this is how it ends!)

SS: (Havin' good taste in peeps!)

AA: you wernen't gonna get to, but shit, if yrn gonna call it _rnotton grnape juice_, that's the sornt of apprneciation it desernves.

SA: if we keep getting off topic I'm just drinking mine

SA: 🤷‍♀️

SS: (And not mackin on clown-chasin palm trees. (\qnq/) )

AA: okay, okay, back on topic. >:} AA: hads, have you orn have you not macked on a clown.

SS: (Well, you're the one that up and ain't gone yet.)

ID: am i drinking sips?

ID: i was the only one aware of the rules!

AA: n, i am holding out the bottle bc i gotta strnetch my tendons.

SA: how do you not know...

SS: (You're drinkin if you ain't had the privilege of getting paint smeared on your facegash!)

AA: .. wait, shit, arne you drninking?

ID: i know the rules and i do not drink because i know how shitty face paint tastes.

ID: moving on, how do we figure out who goes next.

SA: me

SS: (Person what went can pick someone!)

AA: caste-orndern. prni goes next!

SA: my turn was stolen from me

AA: i didn't steal it, i saved all of us frnom bucket slurnrny stornies.

AA: now say something beforne lal steals it back!!

SS: (P sure caste order means Hads, but aye-aye.)

ID: curse my maroon blood, screwing me over again.

ID: nah, because sips started. so i gotta wait.

SA: this

SA: I don't know how to ask questions because my life is so linear

SS: (You ain't gotta ask a Q, just say some cool ish you've up and done that you think maybe one of us plebs ain't!)

SS: (Like, uh, takin two centuries to come up w an idea for a drinkin game. (\eue/) )

ID: but don't get too specific because that's cheating.

AA: y! say it, like, idk.

SA: exactly

AA: never have i ever beaten the shit out of a stranger in an alley.

SA: it's all very specific. My entire life is specific

SS: (Wtf, Sipa, shade thrown.)

AA: orn, wait, no, too specific. AA: nevern have i evern beaten _someone_ in an alley.

SS: (Never have I ever been beat up in an alley!!)

ID: you could do never have i ever known the loving touch of a lusus? =:???

AA: hads, noooo, that's deprnessing.

SA; oh

SA: never have I ever not taken out a member of every caste

SA: there

SA; beat that assholes

SS: (Wtffffffff)

AA: .. arne we drninking if we did orn didn't?

SS: (Drink if you ain't!)

ID: if we didn't.

SS: (Drink if you wanna, like, preserve my soul.)

AA: you two bettern get to chugging. >:}

SS: (Fuck yoouuuu, I ain't drinkin. (\eue/) )

ID: so hand over the grape juice because i haven't run in to a fuschia yet.

AA: >:D >:D

SS: (Ain't never said what age they gotta be, pal, and I got real clumsy stompin boots.)

AA: they'rne -- omfg, cheatern!!

SS: (Also, like, cullpit duty.)

SA: that doesn't count

SA; that required no effort on your part

SS: (You ain't never said it wouldn't! No takebacks.)

SS: (You didn't say 'never have I ever not put effort into takin out a troll of every caste,' pal!)

ID: everyone remember in the future that lal gets grub-murdering opportunities.

SS: (Read it and weep, I ain't takin a shot. (\unu/) )

AA: lmfao. y, okay, fairn.

SS: (Got, pal.)

ID: i was about to say or got.

AA: .. arne we planning on having grnub-murnderning opporntunities??

AA: bc they'rne grnoss and squishy.

SA: please no

SS: (Only if we get, like, really wasted.)

Sa: I rather like them

ID: i never try to forsee the future sips.

AA: eeeeeeew. at both of you. >:}

SS: (I like em, too! For eatin.)

AA: they'rne the wornst and yrn also the wornst.

SA; disgusting

AA: lal, it's yrn turn!!

SS: (!!)

AA: also, beeteedubs, fuschias arne rnly fucking lame.

AA: orn tyrnians or wtfevern you wanna call 'em.

ID: gee, didn't realize that already sips.

AA: just putting it out therne. >:P

ID: =:PPP

AA: idk, mb yrn a secrnet fish-lovern, hads. idk yrn fucking life.

SS: (Never have I ever got beat up in an alley by a rando wantin my cash and been rescued by a maroonblood with no shinin armor on accounta her sense a propriety's shit.)

AA: mb you got an emprne - lmfao.

ID: what did i say about specifics?

SA: that's too specific and cheating

SS: (I knoooow, omfg, I'm just messin on accounta Sipa's dumb alley thing.)

SS: (Never have I ever...)

SS: (Dumped a bucket of slurry over someone's head!)

AA: look, applaud my valiant sense of rnescue, 'kay. AA: that was my good deed forn, like, the entirne S W E E P.

SA:

AA: ...........

SA: I don't want to play this game anymore

HORRIBLE FACES.

ID: what? why not pris? =:???

SS: (And now see I'm, like, usually a real nice guy!)

AA: welp, i guess that's a guarnatee to make evernyone drnink.

AA: >:P

ID: just means we all get to drink because lal is a brat. =:P

just shifts around to lie down on the sofa, covering his face with the crook of his elbow omg.

SA: I'll just say if I have or haven't but not actually participate

SS: (The biggest brat, tyvm. (\unu/) )

Time for more gulps of the rotten grape juice that you think is mixed with gasoline.

AA: aww. is yrn head fucking w/ you? that's fiiine.

AA: .. also, wtf, lal. AA: lmaooo.

SS: (Ain't no sense in killin more pan cells if they're already up and puttin on a show.)

SS: (What??)

SA: no I just didn't want that image

ID: moving on from the mental image!

ID: never have i ever...

SS: (You punch people in the face, I do creative ish.)

AA: #b7410e AA: that's my chrnome. >:P

ID: since we're being brats...

SS: (lkjdfhg)

AA: since you apparnently don't even know it.

SS: (Soz, pal, left all my spectrometers in the caverns!)

ID: had a fish repeatedly jab a ink-tipped needle in to my eyelid for an hour.

AA: i thought we werne bosom buddies and you ain't even looked at mine. fucking rnude!!

AA: hads wtf.

SS: (Ain't had time to measure erryone's vein status upon meetin.)

SA: isn't that also very specific ...

AA: .. why would you get tattooed by a fish??

SS: (Who's up and bein specific-like now??)

ID: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SA: also have but not the eyelid

AA: that's so specific, too, you cheatern!!

ID: because the fish is good and cheap.

AA: i got my earns tatted.

AA: does that mean i gotta take a half-sip??

SS: (Make it, like, face tattoos, or I shoulda been able to use my alley thing.)

ID: fiiine face tats.

ID: ...do ears count as face.

ID: i say no.

AA: .. also, omg, wtf you get ink, prni?

SS: (Also, wtf, am I the only one drinkin?) SS: (Y'all are punks and whippersnappers.)

SA: haven't

SA: I have a serial number tattooed behind my ear

AA: oh. oops. >:P

SA; and my lab number

SS: (Oh, shit, wait, we doin ears?)

SS: (Twinsies!!)

ID: ....ears don't count as face.

SS: (Fuck)

SS: (Still twinsies tho!)

ID: look sips, they're bonding.

SS: (Why'd you get yours behind the auricular??)

AA snatches the bottle from Hadean and pointedly takes a swig. AA: bluh. this tastes kind of -- !!

AA: omg awwwww. >:}

SA: what? Who?

AA: ... lab numbern? >:?

SA: behind what?

ID: does all wine taste like something we could put in the tank of the cart.

SS: (The thing that up and receives sound waves on the side a your head.)

SS: (Also: I think if I drink too much of this ish I might actually die!) SS: (Not, like, from alcohol poisoning, just on accounta it's awful.)

SA: I don't know. They wanted it there. If you look closely you can see it.

SA: my other is on my shoulder

SA; but if you see it it can be tracked to my program

SA: so you aren't allowed to see

SA: sorry

ID: sips, go so we can watch lal wither away from his drink.

SS: (LUL)

ID: before we die from this shit we're drinking.

SS: (Trust me, pal, there ain't no prob on that front.)

SA: why do you have tattoos?

SS: (The seein thing, and also the twinsies thing I guess cos I only got one so we're losin that pissing contest.)

SA; ah

SS: (Ain't like you're on cam anyhow.)

SA: who isn't?

AA: y/y, rnight. AA: nevern have i evern... uh. uhhh.

SS: (Well, your face ain't!)

SA: oh

SS: (Not proper-like anyhow.)

AA: culled someone. how's that? >:P

ID: pris is shy because he refuses to believe scars can make a mug handsome.

SS: (And I've got tats cos I'm up and fashionable, like, obvi. Ain't nothin like a 1101 on the auricular, it's the new barcode tat.)

ID: ...culled a troll make it.

SA: not mine

ID: grubs don't count.

SA: new barcode tat ...

AA: fiiiiiine. culled a trnoll!

SS: (Still ain't drinkin! (\tumut/) )

SA; have

ID: i don't think anyone drinks? pris you cull someone?

AA: oh, gdi, that was the wornst q. i forngot yrn all, like, awful lowbies.

AA: do i get to do a do-overn??

SS: (LUL)

ID: no.

SS: (Y)

SA: of course I gave

AA: gdi.

SA; was that not an assumed thing

ID: sips needs to learn from her mistakes.

ID: her stupid, stupid mistakes. =:P

SA; thought saying I'd taken out a member of every caste assumed that

AA: i was assuming yrn, like, gently petting them in the alleys and putting 'em to sleep, tbh.

AA: mb you took them out forn dinnern!

SA: no I was raised to kill people

SA: 👍

SS: (LOL)

ID: get wrekt.

SA: I avoid it if. I Can.

ID: your turn pris!

SA: I can't, I'm not drinking

AA: you can still give a q, doof.

SA: bleh

SS: (What's drinkin gotta do with if you're gonna up and be dreamin about slurry buckets, anyhow?)

flails his hand a bit

AA: if you don't want yrn turn, i'll take it. >:} >:} >:}

flips off the camera tbh

ID: just do one about being rich pris.

AA: lmfao, that isn't a q!!

SA; never have I ever not been sterile

SA; asshole

SS: (Fuk)

AA: why do you keep taking it back to buckets? AA: you two arne the wornst.

SA; he started it

SA; I finished it

SWIG. And then she shoves the bottle at Hadean.

SS: (Ain't no reason to put me on front street like that!)

CHUG CHUG CHUG.

ID: how does it get worse instead of better?

AA: to punish us.

ID: =:'(

AA: forn ourn mistakes and sins. AA: lal, bc yrn too lame 2, like, waste yrn tips and buy a webcam forn B O N D I N G.

AA: you can just say swig. >:P

SS: (Pass on the drink.) SS: ( (\tumut/) ) SS: (See, I can totes do personal tmi, too!)

ID: ...sips it's still turning in to us drinking more than them.

AA: .. oh, gdi.

SA Laughs holy shit he sounds so pleased

SS: (Mb you just ain't visited the labrat arcade enough, pal. (\ouo/) )

SS: (Wtf I think he broke.)

AA: new goal: we'rne gonna make them drnink beforne we die of this shit.

ID: i'm gonna punch you when we get there pris. =>:P

ID: deal.

SA: only on the shoulder

ID: of course in the shoulder. or the arm.

AA: y. no brnawling until aftern the fight.

ID: of course! =:P

AA: and then prni's gotta fight me firnst, b/c he said he would and H A S N ' T.

SA: what if I'm tired that night

AA: lal, yrn turn. and then you can, like, dd on wtf you mean by labrnat. >:} AA: idt yrn squeaky enough to be a rnat.

ID: sips you just need to challenge more strangers on the internet.

AA: .. then we can _half-fight??_

SA: mmm

SS: (You can pry deets outta my cold, dead fronds! (\ouo/) ) SS: (No, okay, omfg, we gotta up and up the ante, now.) SS: (Pri totes started this pissin contest, bee tee dubs, so pls direct all complaints thaaataway.) SS: (Anywho: Never have I ever wondered where tf my kidney is apart from knowin it ain't inside my carcass no more.)

AA: haaaaaaaads. that's the diff b/w me and you, 'kay. AA: when i fight strnagerns off the internet, i'm getting fucking paid forn it.

AA: frnee fights arne forn frniends only. >:}

SS: (Pls tell me you ain't that kinda labrat, Pri, I'm countin on you here.)

SA: what? You started it? Everyone saw it????

SS: (I ain't seen ish. (\eue/) )

ID: i still think i should have won something for a tie.

SA: what kind of lab rat?

AA: was that a tie??

SA; what?

AA: >:P

ID: neither of us could fight, that counts as a tie. =>:P

SS: (Technical-like, bee tee dubs, my theme is mammalian squeakbeast, so it's kinda a squeakbeast??)

AA: nnn. that counts as evernybody in the audience's pissed b/c you done fucked up theirn bets.

AA: >:}

ID: yeah i noticed that.

SS: (See, this is why I ain't the bettin type.)

SS: (P sure there's peeps what up and figured you, like, staged that ish.)

ID: or that i was a cheater. got plenty of cheater taunts!

AA: also, y, i am taking a swig, b/c i've both of my poison-prnocessing bladderns, you fuckern.

SS: ( (\eue/) )

ID: i'm pretty sure mine are still in there. or at least most of them.

AA: wtf even happened therne, anyway? bc ngl, if you wernen't, like, mostly dead, i'd totes assume you werne cheating, too.

AA: .. oh shit, is it my turn again? >:D

SS: (Y!)

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!

ID: duh sips, i pushed my psi a lil too much.

ID: didn't you notice the amount i was pushing around there? =:P

AA: nevern have i evern.. pitch-kissed someone, since ernrnybody's _cheating_. >:P

AA: and. huh. i thought yrn limits would be way highern that.

SA: I already pass this one because I said earlier I've never kissed

SS: (!!!!!)

SS: (Wtf, you're just jelly I'm up and winnin)

AA: y, srny, prni. i had to establish dominance by, like, showing off how much of nernds all thrnee of you arne.

ID: ...yeah, well. there were outside forces at work okay. we'll leave it at that!

SS: (Also that I've got better tastes'n clowns. (\unu/) )

ID: ...what you don't think i haven't pitch-kissed.

AA: y, that is why i am holding out the bottle.

SS: (Pal, I'm p sure a guy what picks fights w peeps what're wrong on the internet)

ID: you're gonna get the bottle up your chute. =>:P

SS: (Ain't gonna be the one takin a swig.)

ID: i mean. what do you think happened to my face the last time you had to patch my carcass up sip?

SS: (A cholerbear?)

ID: i did not, in fact, stick my face in a blender.

stares at hands hands for a second before rolling over this mother fucker went to sleep

ID: ...aww man we broke pris.

SS: (Mb he's just a lightweight after that first one?)

ID: probably. since i doubt he ate before this.

SS: (He woulda had to drink for the kidney but ain't no sayin ish bout the liver.)

AA: .. whaaaaaaat.

AA: i didn't rnealise that was, like, _pitch pitch??_ lmfao, dude, get bettern taste. >:P AA: but that's also biting, you bulgemunch, get w/ it.

AA: so if that's yrn claim to fame, take a swig!!

SS: (Join us in the hall of nerd-dom.)

SS: (We'll stage an uprising gainst Sipa!)

ID: you didn't say it had to be serious pitch. and it definitely wasn't the first troll my lips have touched.

ID: i wasn't smooching the clown from before from pity.

AA: n, fuck off, yrn not allowed. settle down, losern, orn i'll pernsonally rnemove you frnom the rnanks. >:P

AA: ... idk, man, mb you werne. i'd only judge, like.

AA: a little!

AA: a smidge.

AA: a piiiiiinch. >:}

ID: =>:(

AA: fiiiine. no drniking frnom you. gdi.

SS: (RIP Hads's developin alcoholism. (\qnq/) )

AA: why am i drninking to evernything. D:< AA: since prni's ignorning us (crnuelly), lal, it's yrn turn. AA: and you gotta, like, do something N O RN M A L, orn i'll box yrn flaps.

ID: yeahhh lal.

SA: I am not

SS: (Wtf, I ain't listed nothin abnormal-like! Leastways not if you're meeeee. (\unu/) Ain't my fault you're plebs!)

SA: I am just comfortable

SA: and tired

ID: well if you gotta bow out, it's fine pris.

AA: y. if you wanna sleep, np, np.

SA: I will be here until I sleep

ID: ...can booze make you sleepy. maybe that's what's happening.

SA; just hang up on me

SS: (Y!)

SA: if it's weird

SS: (But if he's awake, then I ain't gonna be the guy to steal his Q!)

SA: it wasn't that much...

SA: steal it

SS: (V generous!)

AA: booze can make you sleep, y.

SS: (Never have I ever not fallen asleep durin a game of never how I ever!)

SA: I'm still awake

SA: also go fuck yourself

SS: (You are now, omfg.)

yawns like a petulant baby omg

SS: (Only if you ask real nice-like!)

ID: ladies please, you're both beautiful.

ID: and also wasting your questions which is boring.

SS: (RIP trolling potential. (\qnq/) Well, you guys're the ones that up and said I can't say nothin weird.)

AA: you can't say nothing weirnd and you can't lead a rnebellion, eithern. >:P

AA: we'rne just, like, crnamping yrn style on everny level, ino.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

ID: that's us. the fun policeradicators.

SS: (Never have I ever watched someone get electrocuted. (\eue/) )

ID: ....like to complete death.

SS: (Idk, Sipa, you still breathin?)

SA: oh that's what my question should have been

AA: y, y, trnagically. AA: he fucking maimed me forn no rneason at all.

SA: you electrocuted Sipara?

SS: (I shoulda up and said 'watched someone electrocute themselves like an idiot.')

ID: woowwww.

AA: idk what it waaaas.

SS: (Y, pals, I totes up and walked up to her and electrocuted her, 100% intentional-like!)

AA: arne you saying you wouldn't touch it??

AA: bc i rnefuse to believe it.

SS: (Well, on accounta I was there and didn't...)

SS: (I ain't seen you drinkin nothin yet!)

SA: oh dear

SA: why did you touch it?

SS: (It's cool, pals, flapbeasts like shiny ish.)

Got some rather non-lowkey snickering going on.

AA: idk what it was!! ofc i fucking touched it.

SS: (Breaking news: Troll touches fire, discovers it is hot.)

SS: (Results uncertain, more testing may be necessary.)

ID: annnyyywaaayssss.

Hadean's getting elbowed. Hard.

ID: never have i ever-

AA: >:{ M O V I N G O N.

AA: >:"{

Oof. Elbow back.

!!! SHOULDER BUMP BACK before her knee hits the laptop and she's scrambling to set it up straight again.

...Time for more snickering.

ID: never have i ever had horns shorter than a half a foot past 4 sweeps old. =>:( stop ruining the game pris.

SA; what did I do?

ID: sips i meant.

SA: oh

SA: did you all see that

ID: ...maybe booze does do something to me.

SA; I was falsely accused

AA: lmfao, arne you that sloshed alrneady?

AA: booze turns hads into a liarn and a traitorn. txt it!

Quick, do the touching your nose test. That's a real thing, right?

SS: (Did you just miss???)

AA: .............

SS: (I can't tell, everything's swimmy.)

AA: y.

ID: /no/.

AA: y, he did, oh my god.

AA: i saw it!!

SS: (I believe Sipa!)

SS: (She's a filthy liar but I totes believe her!)

AA: nevern have i evern fucking lied, even once, in my entirne goddamn life.

SS: (Take a shot, bulgeface!)

ID: ...note to self. i guess when i'm recovering from wounds i am not immune to alcohol.

SS: (Wait.)

SS: (Did I even do that right.)

ID: who's sloshed now? =>:(

SS: (Brb, need sober to drunk translator.)

SS: (Wtf, I ain't never claimed otherwise!)

SS: (Just ain't as wasted as you, on accounta I'm totes winnin. (\eue/) )

Grab the stupid bottle and take a swig. Hate life. Don't hand the bottle back over.

SS: (I think I win.)

ID: you don't win shit. =>:(

AA: lmfaaaao.

SS: (Won your dignitiy)

SS: (Dignity)

AA: hey, wait, gimme ittt.

SS: (Is that how you spell that.)

SS: (Brb voice to text.)

AA: it's a digginity.

AA: duh.

ID: dignasty.

AA: no voice to text, that's cheating!!

SS: (Digofuckyourself.)

SS: (No oculars, it's also cheatin!)

ID: just take your turn nerd!

SS: (... Oh.)

SS: (Right.)

SS: (Uh.)

SS: (Wait, no, I did!)

SS: (The zapping!)

ID: sips just went last.

finally rolls over to look at his computer again and see the NONSENSE that is happening.

ID: didn't. she.

AA: uh.

AA: .. shit i'm gonna go again.

AA: fuck it.

SS: (It's Hads's turn.)

SA: that's the spirit

ID: i want to go. =>:(

AA: nevern did i evern, like - n!

Elbow her again

SS: (It was me with the electrocution then ain't nobody else gone yet!)

SS: (I'm the soberest one here, that makes me right.)

ID: never have i ever been flirting in the other chat while playing a stupid drinking game.

BLAAAAAARGH NOISE. Then she flops over, using his shoulder as a chinrest briefly --

THEN ELBOWS HIM BACK

SS: (You're supposed to drink if you ain't done it, pal, neither of us is gonna be swigging asides you.)

AA: no one is fucking flirnting, gtfo out of herne.

ID: ...fuck.

SS: (A toast to Hads! (\eue/) )

ID: so you areee flirting tho.

SS: (Y, we are star-crossed and the most serendipitous of pitch lovers stolen away in the day! Sipa, when's handfasting??)

congratulations, there is now a flustered Sipara making faces at Hads. computer what computer.

SA: That's a lie hadean

And Hadean is just giving her back the smuggest maybe-a-little-drunk look back.

SS: (I would never lie!)

SS: (Asides, if I were lying, would Sipa be makin faces??)

SS: ((She's makin faces, right??))

ID: totes faces.

SA: 🥂

SS: (Cool! So we're all on the same page!) SS: (That page being she ain't put a tie on it yet and it's totes uncool.)

SA: a.. what on it yet?

SS: (My poor kokoro is going doki doki and she ain't even laid one on me!)

SS: (Upright not right, that is!)

SS: (... Downright?)

SA: downright wrong

SS: (Insert Common Alternian here.)

SA: is what you're learning for

SA: or outright wrong

SS: (Help, help, I'm bein gaslighted!)

ID: pris i may be. slightly affected by booze when my psi are busy with other things.

ID: who knew?

SA: you are all drunk off your asses

AA: aaaarngh.

AA: i'm not drnunk, yrn drnunk.

ID: i should have tried stabbing myself in the chest and drinking earlier.

SS: (I'm deffo drunk, but I'm not the most drunk on accounta I totes won.)

SS: (Also, n, don't do that.)

AA: and stfu, lal, i'll totally fucking kissing you, don't make a bd out of it. AA: i'll kiss you and hads and prni. i'll just, like. kiss evernyone. how's that? >:P

SS: (Chest has got vital ish.)

AA: y, trny that.

SS: (Stab your walkstub!)

AA: .. wait, shit, no, not prni.

AA: soz, prni.

ID: it needs to be a big wound to focus allll of my psi on it. it'll be fiiine.

SS: (And that's called bein a floozy, pal, I'll up and cry on accounta my kismet won't kiss me nor handfast me. (\qnq/) )

SS: (Mb Pri is right.)

SS: (Mb we ain't meant to be.)

ID: aww man is drunk drama a thing.

AA: i want to punch all of you but i caaaaaan't.

ID: i wanna play. =:(

SS: (Insert sniffling here.)

She punches Hads instead.

ON THE ARM

SS: (N, too late, I'm cryin.)

ID: but none of-

.. cue flustered shriek of dismay when she remembers his arm is, uh, slightly fucked.

THERE GOES SOME NOT VERY NICE SHRIEKS OF PAIN RIGHT THERE.

QNQ

sitS UP BOLT UPRIGT LSJSKAHL

AA: he's okay! he's okay!

SA: what was that?!

AA: nothing!

AA: evernything is fine!

his face is Hate

SS: (Tfw can't tell if cheating or murder.)

ID: =:'((((

SS: (Or who's gettin culled.)

AA: :{

ID: i think i'm partially sober now.

AA: .. look, yrn parnt of the drnunk drnama now.

AA: i made you feel included.

AA: yrn welcome.

SA: 😰

ID: =>:'((((

AA: drnink some morne antifrneeze.

SS: ( (\quq/) )

ID: you're buying me so many fucking pancakes in the evening.

ID: SO MANY.

SA: 🍮

AA: >:'{

Take the booze back and chug. Hard.

SA: Hadean--

SA: 😫

AA: chug, chug, chug.

SS: (Hads, protip, 'had alcohol poisoning' ain't a good thing be be able to up and say.)

SS: (Leastways not when you got it from shitty wine.)

SA: the wine would have to be proofed absurdly

ID: i'm fine. it's fine. =>:'(

SA: if he's eaten today he should be fine but if he hasn't

SA: I am kicking his ass

SS: (Idk, mb it's shitty sherry.)

AA: he's fiiiiine.

AA: he ate! we ate, uh.

SS: (Or port.)

AA: .. shit, wtf did we eat.

ID: food.

SS: (Or food coloring in vodka.)

AA: it was van food. like, y'know, the type of stuff that's, like, food colourning in vodka.

AA: n, fuck, i was rneading soz.

SS: (LOL)

AA: the type of stuff that's, like, you buy it out of a van!!

SS: (Wow, way 2 pregame!)

SA: did you mean street food

AA: omfg you can't spell prnegame

AA: yes!!!

AA: .. i'm hungrny. >:{

SS: (No, on accounta I spell it pregame and not prnegnanmne!)

AA: the way you spell it is prnenenenegofuckyrnself, duh.

AA: i know yrn blind btu c'monnnnnn. >:P

He's just gonna carefully shift his most uninjured side in to laying against Sipara.

ID: van food is the best food.

!!!

SS: (uh)

But then she chills and leans back against him. yesss, physical affection.

SS: (You wish I couldn't see, pal, mb I wouldn't have to deal w your spellin.)

SS: (Brb, I just stood up and)

SS: (Wow)

AA: it was, like, that foil wrnapped shit, prni.

SS: (Try standing up)

AA: !!

ID: ahahah no.

SS: (no do it)

AA: omg what happens

SS: (It's cool)

SA; that's street food, Sipara

AA: rnly?

AA: is it rnyl cool orn am i gonna crnack my head open.

SA: 😰

AA: >:{

SS: (It also hurts but that's only on accounta you will v quickly not be standin up!)

ID: i just got fucking comfy.

ID: ...fcuk that.

AA: omggg, lal. lal. sit down.

SS: (N, I'm floating.)

SS: (I mean, not proper-like, but it feels it!)

AA: don't brneak yrnselfff. i like yrnself.

ID: hahahah. i can see why people get drunk.

ID: it's almost like when i eat. only slow?

SS: (Only on accounts you asked real nice-like!) SS: (And also I totes like myself, too.)

SS: (And you, but I'm only sayin that without attachin three shitty jokes cos I'm wasted and that makes it seem less dumb.)

ID: only i'm allowed to break because sips hates me apparently.

SA: how are you all this drunk after a bottle of wine.

AA: lmfao no food.

AA: .. j/k we ate. i said we ate. rnight.

SS: (Excuse, I had... some number of shots of what I'm p sure is rubbin alcohol.)

ID: that was forever ago.

rubs the bridge of his nose... you can see his face finally and man he looks worn out your shenanigans sucked it right out of him

SA: order pizza?

ID: prisss. you're beautiful~

ID: and tired.

AA: prni. prniii. don't make that face. we love youuu.

AA: you get a pizza.

AA: we'rne talking to you. >:} so if oyu orndern a pziza. and we ordern a pizza.

ID: he doesn't like them!

AA: it'll be like we'rne all eatin -- oh goddamnit.

ID: make him order fancy food. like sushi.

AA: that doens't have calornies!!

ID: i don't know what else he likes to eat. other than sweet stuff.

SA: I am not--

ID: i'm a bad friend. =:(

AA: ordern baked salmon on a roasted cedarn plank.

but he flushes anyways because senpai said it

SA: I can order take out.

ID: pris you need to tell me more about yourselffff. let me in bro.

SA: not sushi..

SA: w--what?

ID: sips you gotta too. =>:( but you're easier.

AA: and yrn allowed 2 brneak bc yrn harndy, hads. duh. and AA: ugh why arne you all typing so much i'm trying to read the tpo and it keeps scrnolling down. >:{

SA: how does not knowing what...

ID: you gotta tell me more about yourself pris. =:(

SA: like what?

ID: even if i don't tell you shit. is that bad.

ID: like. things!

SA: i

SA: I don't know...

SA: id like to think you tell me things-- you're drunk, Hadean

ID: yes i am.

AA: what's that go tto do with anythingggg.

ID: but it's okay because i know i'm drunk.

ID: right?

SA: I feel as if it's impolite to try and have sensitive discussions when you're not completely sober...

SA: I will order you both pizza. What is the address

SS: (Well, it ain't sensitive-like for him, pal.)

SS: (He just, like, wants your deepest darkest secrets.)

SS: (Also wtf is this a pizza party now?)

SS: (Cos I ain't got none athat.)

ID: i'm sensitively wanting meat lovers. =:(

SS: (... Does stale muffin count??)

SA: I'd rather tell him those with just us there if he wants them, thank you

SS: (I can put ketchup on it.)

SS: (That's like bread and tomato stuff.)

SS: (Pizza!)

AA: arne you at taylorns, lal?

SA: Addresses

SS: (I lits live here, pal.)

AA: i'll get you actual pizza. w/ wine.

AA: er. anchovies.

ID: sips what's our address.

SS: (N, do it with wine!!)

AA: and how come i nevern get to be in, like, the cool feels talks??

SS: (Hads told me the truth bout your anchovy lies.)

SS: (Bc you don't kiss your princess, jerk.)

ID: i tried to include you sipsss.

AA: i will fucking smooch you, laledy, stfu.

ID: i got words for everyoneee.

looks as uncomfortable as he can for not being able to make expressions

AA: and prni didn'tttt.

ID: but i know. i shouldn't just message everyone.

ID: because that seems bad.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

AA: you should msg evernyone!!

AA: just, like. tlk 2 them. like prni doesn't want to talk to me. orn in frnont of me. orn w/e. >:"{ AA: w/eee. lals i am getting you pizza.

ID: if i message em pheres will act like he can cull me. i don't want pheres to want to cull me.

SA: that's. Not true...

ID: maybe i can message ashy...

SS: (I'm kissin the pizza.)

SS: (..... Idk why! But I'm doin it.)

SA: don't message Ashley while you're drunk it will just be a mess

SS: (Message Pheres and tell him you've up and got feelins about him wanting to cull you!!)

AA: phern won't cull you. phern likes youuuu. he just doesn't - y.

SS: (Talk it out like bros.)

AA: do that. phern likes talking. and he likes you. it'll be fiiiine.

SA: i feel like this is all a terrible idea

ID: i'm not good at talking to pheres. we're too different.

AA: and i like yo and i like phern and you two should be frniends.

ID: and then i just make him mad i think.

ID: he'd probably be mad that i bit em even.

SA: yes that. Tends to happen.

AA: just tell him its, like, pitch.

SA: why not just wait I'm sure it will blow over

AA: he cna't argune w/ pitch.

AA: can't. argnue!!

SA: don't tell him it's pitch, don't you remember what he said at the fair?

AA: arngue.

SA: they can't say it's pitch, it will ruin his quadrant with Emerel

SS: (It's serendipity!)

SS: (Wait, what's pitch??)

ID: maybe i should just. call him and tell him to come on here...

SA: call who?

SS: (... You're pitch with Pheres's boo?)

SA: Pheres or Emerel?

SS: (Omg)

AA: you can't rnuin a quad if it isn't alrndy set to be rnuined.

AA: like, hivewrnecking isn't a T H I N G.

SA: he said he would make a club for them.

SS: (Y, when y'all were up and bout to vore each other.)

ID: =:( i don't want pheres to be my club.

SA: then don't say what happened between you and Emerel was pitch

SS: (You can;t, like, have a club if you ain't wantin a club, pal, that ain't how it works.)

ID: i just want to make em be the scared one next time.

SS: (Then it ain't a club, it's some asshole what can't mind their on biz.)

SA: ...😰

SS: (Also, that totes sounds like you need a club tho.)

AA: .. y, that isn't

AA: that's sornt of weirnd.

ID: i'm bad at this.

AA: n!! you just have to like

SS: (Sipa, pls tell me you ain't gonna dangle me out a wall aperture till I'm the scared one for revenge for the taser thing.)

SA: how are you bad at it-

AA: trny harndern.

SS: (Cos if anything you should be danglin your own pan for that one.)

AA: orn, like, talk about ittttt. do you want to bang him orn, like, murndern him??

SA:'try harder? Are you encouraging it?

ID: it wasn't fair that he beat me up when i was already beat up, was it?

SA: no.

AA: and n, lal, fuck offff. AA: no dangling!! forn anyone. >:P

AA: nnn, it wasn't.

SS: (All's fair in love and war, but hate ain't on that list.)

ID: so i don't think he hates me that way anyways.

SA: then you need a club or at the least to avoid each other

ID: i was avoiding him and i got beat up.

ID: so i just need to get better and beat him up.

ID: and then things'll be even.

AA: and prni. i'm not, like, encournaging it. AA: i'm just, like. hads gotta do what hads wants to do, you know?? i am suppornting him.

SA: that won't solve anything, he'll just hunt you down to get revenge again and then you'll do the same

ID: not if i beat him hard enough.

AA: and nnnnn. if yrn gonna beat him up again, you gotta talk to phern firnsttttt.

SA: then he will be dead

SS: (That's called, like, murder.)

AA: orn else he's ognna flip his shit.

ID: nahhh, i already tried murdering him.

SA: he's already going to flip his shit

AA: and then i'm gonna have to stop a fucking rnevenge cycle, and, like

ID: he got back up, remember!

AA: i don't want phern trnying to cull yyyou.

AA: that's the opposite of what i want. >:{

SS: (That's totes inconsiderate-like, hads.)

SS: (Plus, like, how're you gonna beat im harder'n dead, huh?)

ID: idk. em almost culled me when he jumped me.

ID: or at least it was considered i guess.

SA: why don't we tell Pheres Em hunted you down. That seems like a decent solution.

ID: nooo!

SA: if he instigated it he can deal with the consequences

ID: i don't wanna.

SA: why?

SA: it won't have any logical recourse on you..

ID: cause if they got unhappy and broke up i'd get blamed. duh.

SA: they will break up anyways if you and Emerel can't be resolved

AA: why arne you so fussed abt them brneaking up, anyway?

AA: you don't even like quads.

AA: >:?

SA: ^^

ID: i don't, but they do.

AA: phern is like. idk.

AA: ... idk!

AA: idk idk idk. >:{

ID: i feel like pheres would blame me. i don't wanna get blamed. it's easier to just not say anything about it.

SA: well the unfortunate news is this chat is public

SA: 😰

SA: how could Pheres blame you for Emerel's own mistake?

ID: ...pheres won't read this stuff, right.

SA: I think Pheres is much more logical than that

AA: phernes is puking in a bathrnoom rn.

AA: he can't rnead anythiiiiing.

SA: why--

ID: there! we just gotta bury this with other stuff.

ID: so it's so buried he won't go digging.

AA: idk, he got the flu, he's been, like, ternrnibad all day. AA: it's prnobs bc he's up at em's house. and it's, like, wet and shit.

AA: being wet isn't good forn you. ofc yrn gonna get sick if yrn wet.

AA: and brneathing in wet.

AA: >:{

SA: 😰

ID: unless you're a fish i guess.

AA: he's not a fish!!

ID: i didn't say he was.

SA: what even happened between you two to get all of this started, I don't understand.

AA: >:{

SA: It seemingly came out of left field that you two Had to fight and now you two Have to fight some more.

AA: and phern can't blame you, bc then i'd be upset, bc it's not fairn to blame you. AA: so therne.

ID: i can't say pris.

SA: alright ❤

ID: sorry. =:(

AA: >:?

AA: cna you say, like.. off-chat??

ID: no.

AA: >:????

ID: i just can't.

AA: shhh, that's fine, dnw.

AA: we all have ourn shady ass secrnets.

makes a little heart using his index fingers and thumbs. he's tryin rly hard to be comforting with sipara

AA: what the fuuuuck, that's too cute.

ID: y! =:) 💚

AA: 💞

fucking. his expression wilts a little and he looks away to hide it before letting his hands fall

SA: you two should eat. This can all be sorted out at a later time when you are properly sober.

ID: =:??? why are you looking sad? i thought we were having fun. is it not fun?

AA: priiii.

AA: did you eat??

AA: arne you hungrny?

AA: i get sad when i'm hungrny. so, like, mb you should eat, too.

SA: I'm alright, don't worry.

SA: i will eat when you two do.

ID: sips. go get the pizza. =:(

SA: did i make you both sad?

SA: I'm sorry.

ID: we're sad because we're worried about you!

AA: y. we'rne just sad bc yrn sad. if you arne sad. and if yrn not, then we'rne not sad, but, like, it's okay to be sad??

SA: please don't worry, I'm rather alright.

SA: trying to explain it wouldn't make sense right now anyways.

ID: okay. =:( we can talk about it when we're visiting.

ID: and you can both admire how great my ass'll look when i get my fancy fighting suit.

SA: ...Yes.

SA: if you would still like to by then.

manages a smile at the snark.

SA: You'll have to hurry and get here then.

SA: and sipara can offer tips to the tailor.

SA: for now, I should go get some food myself.

SA: I may be back later. Goodlight.

waves a little before closing out the webcam application

AA: good light!! ❤ ❤ ❤

AA: 💚

ID: light...

ID: i hope i didn't say something that made him sad.

ID: i was probably too pushy about wanting to know about him.

AA: nooo. i mean. mb? but nooo. AA: i think he's just - like -

AA: .. mb you should've done the thing. back at him. orn mb he's just sad we'rne not up therne??

ID: maybe. =:(

AA: dnw, dnw. AA: i don't think you can make him sad.

ID: well something made him sad. he's a nice guy.

ID: you're a nice girl.

ID: so you don't feel left out.

AA: lmfao, stfu.

ID: =:P

ID: you are! you're going with me and this is fun.

AA: i don't need secondhand backpats. >:} you two arne like. two pieces in an arnmornset.

ID: this is more fun than i've had in forever.

AA: aww.

ID: there's more than two pieces in an armorset!

ID: you're like the. metal fist that hits things hard piece.

AA: good. i miss trnavelling w/ ppl. i used to trnavel w/ phern. and then my club. but they don't anymorne. and it sucks.

ID: well i'm sorry. now you get to travel with me!

ID: and i bet my lusus enjoys the break. he's getting old anyways.

AA: and lmfao. that's the best piece. the fist piece. obvs.

ID: now he travels in style.

ID: the very best!

AA: >:P

AA: .. we will have to find you, like, an actual fax rnide, too. so he doesn't have to walk places so much.

AA: and you can sleep in a trnuck insteada, like, a fucking tent.

ID: i like my tent. when it doesn't leak.

VV: ♚ ~Evening, evening all~

ID: oh no it's aspartame.

ID: did i spell that right.

AA: yrn tent is grn888. but. leaks. and -

AA: >:?

VV: ♚ ~ Ah it's the one that spreads lies.

ID: fake-sugar stuff.

VV: ♚ ~ It's very rude to do so you know.

VV: ♚ ~ And rather unfair I'd say!

ID: i'm too drunk for a victim complex. =:(

VV: ♚ ~ it's not a complex I'm just hurt...

VV: ♚ ~ And what are you drinking tonight~? A watered down beer perhaps?

ID: gasoline.

ID: or at least it tastes like it.

VV: ♚ ~ That is certainly one way to warm yourself up~ Just don't flambe anything!

VV: ♚ ~ You really should try a higher class wine or something one day darling. You won't dissolve your insides and also it's much classier.

VV: ♚ ~ Than ah....gasoline...

VV: ♚ ~ I...I do want to be sure you know not to swallow when you siphon...

ID: i was gonna ask why you were being nice but you're still showing a lil two-face so it's okay lol.

AA: wwwwwwhy do we hate hern. AA: hern crnown is qt. orn is this a dude? his crnown is qt.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh?? I'm being conversational! It's really riveting and comes off as nice you actually try for once dear ID.

VV: ♚ ~ Thank you AA !

VV: ♚ ~ I'm not super sure myself but this one's rather hostile towards me 😦

ID: noo, see sips she hides thorns in the sugar.

ID: don't eat the sugar.

VV: ♚ ~ I mean, maybe you shouldn't if you're watching that waistline but I think our friend here is capable of thinking for themself~!

VV: Especially when consuming crude, crude gasoline.

ID: is your waistline something you worry about often.

VV: ♚ ~ I don't know if I've mentioned it before or if you're simply too far inhebriated but yes I do! As a ballerina off and on season I must be well kept and trim.

VV: ♚ ~ Do you not?

AA: lmao, she is a little barnbed.

ID: i have an abnormal... uh...

ID: thing that burns calories.

AA: arne you a ballernina orn arne you a comballernina?? AA: tl;drn do you murndern ppl w/ dance orn just dance.

AA: it's a metacatolim. i am p surne.

VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism deary!

VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism is the word you desire. I see the gasoline is muddling your brain and burning your insides so you can not spell. I'm filled with fright I will truly miss you....

VV: ♚ ~ And ah- I suppose it would depend wouldn't it? I'm a prima ballerina for performing but ah we live in such a rutheless world!

VV: ♚ ~ Who knows what one can do when backed into a corner :3c

AA: lmao. omg. yrn adornable.

VV: ♚ ~ Thank you!

ID: no she isn'ttt.

AA: i'm too tirned to even sass you back. but gd.

AA: she isssssss.

AA: she calls ppl dearny. that's prnec.

ID: she just wants something. they always do when they're sweet.

AA: prnec as F U C K. like she's yrn spoopy ancestor gonna back you into a cake.

VV: ♚ ~ Aw~ Thank you. VV: ♚ ~ Maybe I want friendship.

AA: y. mb she wants frniendship.

AA: have you considerned that, hads.

AA: >:'{

ID: /no/. =>:(

VV: ♚ ~ A cake...mmm mm I don't know any cannibals so that'd be a waste

VV: ♚ ~ You should consider it! It's a rather common things trolls want.

ID: =>:( why would you want friendship. you're fluffy.

ID: ....that makes more sense in. my head.

VV: ♚ ~ I am rather fluffy. I permed up my hair today thank you~

VV: ♚ ~ And because I'm of rouged hue and in general when one lives in the city one would desire a friend or two.

VV: ♚ ~Do you not like to have friends Hadean?!

ID: i have two friends. and they didn't just. come in saying they wanted to be friends!

AA: omgg. show me yrn headfluff.

VV: ♚ ~ I didn't do that either! You weasled the answer out of me. I was under the assumption a chat room was a place to socialize.

VV: ♚ ~ Will do let me go get my selfie light one moment!

AA: my rnail has fluffy hairn too. i want to see if it's biggern!!

AA: omg yesss.

ID: a chatroom is a place to pick fights.

ID: and lay on sipa.

ID: ...no wait that part's not the chatroom.

AA: idc don't move yrn waaarnm.

ID: i don't want to get up so it's fine.

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VV: ♚ ~ I'm baaaaack~! VV: ♚ ~ There you go!

AA: good. AA: and --

AA: omg ❤ ❤

AA: you arne so fluffyyyyy.

VV: ♚ ~ 💗 And I will be for the next week!! VV: ♚ ~Also I must, MUST inquire. Are you two...in the same room?

ID: nope, laying on her in different rooms.

AA: i am fixing his hairn thrnough the internwebs, it's trnue.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah. I see I see. VV: ♚ ~ It all makes sense... VV: ♚ ~ You need better lying skills!

VV: ♚ ~ How matted is his hair?

ID: it feels nice tho-

ID: my hair isn't matted stfu.

AA: lmfao. AA: it's strn8 as a stick. that doesn't matt. i think.

VV: ♚ ~ You will have to make me ''stfu"'!! Hohoho

ID: u a ho alright.

VV: ♚ ~And ah it can! If you keep it too unclean and disgusting. I have seen it.

AA: omggg, even yrn laughing is qt.

AA: LMAO.

VV: ♚ ~ What proof have you at those acusations mmm?

ID: the proof of shut up.

VV: ♚ ~ As good an arguement as I should've expected out of you..

ID: idk you're the one arguing with a drunk troll.

VV: ♚ ~ I'm truly not! I'm seeing what responses I can get from you mostly before they turn to you just drooling on the keyboard!

VV: ♚ ~ I have a little timer going and everything.

AA: aww, yrn less qt now.

AA: go back 2 being twee.

ID: the mask slips~

VV: ♚ ~ Boooo, am I not allowed to have fun?

VV: ♚ ~Hadean's bullied me so I thought a bit of fun would be allowed!

ID: it's not bullying if it's true.

VV: ♚ ~ Mmmm it's not true if you have no proof 😦

ID: is too.

VV: ♚ ~ Tell me dear sweet Hadies, spreader of lies. Why did you choose to drink gasoline tonight?

ID: peer pressure.

ID: and a game.

VV: ♚ ~ ohhh a game? What form of game ?

VV: ♚ ~ Did you lose said game?

ID: never have i ever.

ID: i don't think you can win. just get drunk.

VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see. VV: ♚ ~ I do so wish you'd purchased something better than paint cleaner however.

VV: ♚ ~ Not wine, that's for sipping...

ID: i didn't do it. sips diddd.

VV: ♚ ~ Why would this Sips person do this to you 😦

VV: ♚ ~ Rather cruel if you ask me

ID: ahahah hear that sips, you're crueellll.

SA: little princess

SA: Hadean 😊

VV: ♚ ~ Ah!! Prisma evening my honeycomb prince

ID: heyyy pris! =:) did you eat?

SA: good evening. How are you?

SA: yes. I went to a nearby place. They have very good spaghetti.

ID: goooddd. i'm good. sip fell asleep and she's heavy. i think i'm trapped.

VV: ♚ ~ I'm grand! Hearing about them drinking acetone.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh my.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah...it was nice knowing you Hadies.

VV: ♚ ~ Truly tragic.

SA: oh, the wine. Yes. I tried to play for a moment but I lost my appetite for liquor after someone brought up genetic material.

SA: perhaps you could squeeze free in a bit?

ID: ahahah sorry prisss.

SA: or stay... I am unsure what to advise 😨

SA: it wasn't your fault.

VV: ♚ ~ ....genetic material

VV: ♚ ~ Perhaps staying may be best advised as in most situations of distress it's advised to stay still !

ID: hahah she's alright for now. like a slightly coolish blanket. we can do this the three of us if you wanna when we get there pris.

VV: ♚ ~ Ohhh? Where are you all traversing to? VV: ♚ ~ 😢 I was certain I was invited to travel with you Prisma, was I wrong?

SA: oh, to... cuddle...?

ID: 😒

ID: yes to cuddle.

SA: we could still travel, little princess. I am meeting Hadean and Sipara first, though. I apologize.

SA: oh..

SA: I think it may be awkward with me involved. 😰

VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see prior business then! Do travel safe! VV: ♚ ~ That does sound rather private a matter...oh my....the cuddling.

ID: why would it be awkward? =:?

SA: I am not very accustomed to physical affection and I am rather cold.

ID: you wanted a hug earlier. =:(

SA: I wouldn't want to ruin you two bonding

SA: it's different from cuddling..

ID: we can all bond. cold is nice!

SA: they are coming to me, little princess. Not the other way around

ID: cuddling is just like... a long hug.

VV: ♚ ~ Oh my mistake! Very well. Regardless don't imbibe the polish remover like they have. It seems to be eating them from the inside out!!

SA: yes... I-well, it's different for me, im sorry.

SA: but I'm happy you invited me 😊

SA: I only drink sweet wines if any if ever.

SA: not... what they were drinking.

ID: it wasn't good. but i liked being involved. =:)

ID: and okay pris. no cuddles i guess.

SA: maybe next time we could get decent liquor... if there is a next time. I. Doubt it for some reason.

SA: ...

SA: yes

VV: ♚ ~ I have a few saved up if you wish to try some higher end brands Honey comb Prince dearest~! VV: ♚ ~ maybe even take one with you ...I almost take personal offence to...to....Hadies current poison.

SA: oh, that would be kind of you.

ID: don't get drunk with the splenda prisss.

SA: I would be sad if that was Hadeans first and only experience with wine

VV: ♚ ~ Again with the lies. Cruel...

SA: we could try some sweet wines together if you'd like, Little princess

VV: ♚ ~ If Hadies ceases in his name calling I'd love to!

SA: ii don't drink to inebriation. It's alright.

SA: he's calling you sweet

ID: yeahhh splenda. why you so cruel to me?

VV: ♚ ~ Splenda is artificial and not the best choice for sweeteners!

VV: ♚ ~ Agave would be nicer.

ID: sweet n low it is.

ID: sweet n lowblood.

VV: ♚ ~ That is fine with me I have no qualms with my hue.

SA: agave nectar...

SA: oh. What did you want to know about earlier, Hadean? Before I forget to ask

SA: it is a very pretty color

SA: reds are passionate and courageous

VV: ♚ ~And being golden is a rather lovely shade as well Prisma~

VV: ♚ ~ But I do enjoy the compliment, I do my best to uphold such honors~!

ID: ...i don't remember.

VV: ♚ ~ Asking when he's less poisoned may be best sweet Apollo.

ID: apollo.

ID: man you're stretching for nicknames now.

SA: oh-- I'm sorry. Maybe if you remember

SA: thank you. Although I am far more green

VV: ♚ ~ I suppose. Mmm allow me to rethink of a deity.

ID: i'll try!

ID: and why does he have to be a god.

ID: pris is pris.

SA: I think for the sake of imagery but I am unsure how I could be remotely worthy of that

VV: ♚ ~ I simply thought a deity reference would be nice!

SA: Hadean I should give you a nickname. Like little princess has

ID: shoot pris. =:P

SA: I don't know... but I should think very hard about it

ID: ...i'm not good at nicknames. other than pris.

ID: take your time! you'll come up with the beesstttt nickname.

VV: ♚ ~ Upon deliberation. I'm sticking with prince it goes well with my nickname.

SA: I could call you Little prince but that wouldn't be fitting at all

SA: I am littler

ID: sorry i'm tall~

VV: ♚ ~ I wouldn't feel so special if we had almost identical nick names....

SA: it has to be as brash and capable as you.

SA: no, I know little princess I wouldn't do that

ID: mm, shame that you don't know how to share~

SA: I would be disappointed if you gave me a nickname and then gave Sipara or Gliese a similar one

SA: but maybe that's expected of me..

SA: hotshot would work but it implies I'm insulting you

VV: ♚~ Share? Ohhoho VV: ♚ ~ I'm very creative I can give plenty various nicknames but only those I feel deserve one hoho

VV: ♚ ~ Hot shot sounds like a racer!

ID: why would it be expected of you? =:?

ID: hotshot sounds like it could be. weird. like. fighty.

SA: I... wouldn't want to go in great detail.

SA: but I am considered the "jealous type" more often than not

SA: encouraged to be, you could say. Protective

ID: ohh. yeah. well remember what we chatted about for that!

VV: ♚ ~ The jealous type? 0: How unexpected Prisma!

VV: ♚ ~ I feel that's a rather common trait however.

ID: i'm sure a lot about pris is unexpected. when you've only talked to him a few times. uwu

VV: ♚ ~ Which is why I intend to speak more!

SA: 💚

ID: 💚

VV: ♚ ~ What is more exciting than learning about another? ❤

ID: sticking toothpicks in my ganderbulbs.

SA: please don't I like your eyes

ID: awww. 💚

SA: it comes and goes sometimes, Perdia. But on the whole it stays. Are you a jealous type?

SA: ... to both of you

SA: I would be happy to learn more about you too. Perdia

ID: idk. i could be i bet.

VV: ♚ ~ It would depend! Ah-- I'd love to say no but truly at the heart of it all yes! I do have a fondness for not being tossed to the shadows.

VV: ♚ ~ Any troll really is capable of it. Under the right circumstances, yes?

SA: I don't think anyone enjoys being treated like an object that can be returned to the shelf

SA: I may need to enhance calm before I become salty

VV: ♚ ~ Oh of course not, it's simply a tragic thing. So a little jealousy seems rather justified in such a situation? Why would one sit back and just let fate sweep them aside dear?

VV: ♚ ~ Ah! Has this struck a nerve? We may cease if it isn't a desirable thing Prisma

SA: it would be a very painful thing, yes. Especially if it felt.... special. I suppose is the word

SA: I simply have a bad taste left in my mouth regarding someone who ... had feelings for me

SA: and conveniently pushed them aside because they believed I "could never have feelings in return"

SA: then boasted about how happy they were with the person they'd replaced me with

SA; unpleasant to say the least

VV: ♚ ~ Oh dear sweet Prisma.....

VV: ♚ ~ I thought such cruelties were only in the stories written for the stage....

SA: haha

SA: there's no need to be so dramatic. I have found out enough to believe it may be perfectly normal and I only just now experienced it

SA: I am okay. If a bit miffed.

SA: but thank you

VV: ♚ ~Oh I promise i'm not being dramatic! It's truly heartbreaking dear Prince. I suppose perhaps I also just have not experienced it then.. VV: ♚ ~ I'm pleased you're at least alright now ah...

SA: i was angry when it happened. But only a little. I am not capable of much

SA: I am happy you haven't had to. Hopefully you never will 😊

SA: you seem happy with your matesprit anyways I doubt he would do that

VV: ♚ ~ Mmm yes. He never would trust me. We're on rather friendly terms. VV: ♚ ~ I would think even if something were to go awry I'd still hold him dear and near. VV: ♚ ~ It's rather hasty to simply cut one off no?

SA: who never would trust you?

SA: your matesprit?

VV: ♚ ~Oh, I forgot a comma. I mean in the sense of...he never would and you should trust me on this

VV: ♚ ~ It wouldn't look very good on him if he did! To give up so easily. VV: ♚ ~ But regardless I won't dwell on that hypothetical!

VV: ♚ ~ Loyalty is a good quality overall.

SA: oh! That was an unfortunate loss. I was almost concerned.

SA: loyalty is a virtue. I think it is most important

SA: little princess. I'm sorry, I should rest.

SA: I have cases to finish and plans to make

SA: goodlight ❤️

VV: ♚ ~ Rest well good light dearest! ❤

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