text ↪ un: torontonian

[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[hallowing]

see? u get it.

did we just become best friends???

[oiorpata]

I feel like you should at least bribe me with a drink if we're evolving that fast

[hallowing]

i got, uh

jaeger???

actually it might not be jaeger in it this bottle has deffo been opened

let me check

（ a few moments go by. then: ）

update: it was jaeger but now i need a new bottle, weird???

[oiorpata]

Lucky for you the kitchen keeps a stock

[hallowing]

does that really count as me bribing you though at that point??? i feel like that's the station bribing you.

it's not sentient is it

the station

sudden horrifying thought

[oiorpata]

Viveca used to be part of it. Like an AI.

So I guess it used to be? Don't ask me to explain sci fi shit.

[hallowing]

i suddenly feel like i need to apologize to her for

something.


anyway.

drinks! on me. in the kitchen. at ur convenience mx. mountains.

[oiorpata]

She puts up with a lot of shit, so maybe save it for a worse offense.

Just for that I'll tell you it's Ms.

[hallowing]

u know i was kinda enjoying the 'my gender is anarchy and axes' vibe???

[oiorpata]

That can still be what it always is deep down inside

[hallowing]

（ he laughs. ah, he likes this one already. ）

then i shall take the knowledge in the spirit with which it was given

do u wanna do drinks now or are we ppl'd out

bc like

im a mad extroverty but i Get It

[oiorpata]

Now's fine. I just woke up.

But I reserve the right to walk away if I need another nap.

[hallowing]

valid of u

then i will see u there in like

idk

whenever

im not so hot with time management

if i see a squirrel all bets are off but i will wander in that direction with the aimless intent of a bereft victorian lover yearning for ur sweet embrace after u've gone off to war

[oiorpata]

You're lucky if I know what the fucking day is so with any luck I'll be there by tomorrow

Unless it's a decade long war

[hallowing]

if u find me passed out under the mess table tmrw it's okay just kick my boot and waterboard me with tequila and i'll be right as rain again

[oiorpata]

I'm not gonna waste the tequila on that.

[hallowing]

wring it out of the cloth after and drink it like a real mountain!!!

[oiorpata]

Or I just drink it out of the bottle and leave you there.

[hallowing]

that hurts me. like, inside. deep inside. it's a 'too deep for pegging' hurt.

[oiorpata]

Some people are into that.

[hallowing]

im people

[oiorpata]

Somehow not a surprise

[hallowing]

i would hate to ever pose a surprise to anyone, ever

ill see u in the kitchen ms mountains!!! if u keep distracting me im NEVER GONNA GET THERE i can't walk and think braintext at the same time ur gonna get me killed im gonna straight up walk out an airlock or smth???

[oiorpata]

Sounds like a you problem.

I'm already on the way.

[hallowing]

（ when she gets there, she will find him deeply entrenched in the storeroom, whistling yankee doodle in a hideously off-pitch key.

but there's a bottle of glenlivet out on the table, and two glasses. and after a (frankly, alarming) sound and a triumphant squawk that wouldn't be out of place on a particularly sociable crow, he emerges.

with a box of pistachios.

also he's wearing a wreath of pepperoni sticks but we aren't going to talk about that. ）