text ↪ un: torontonian
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.
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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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
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But I reserve the right to walk away if I need another nap.
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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
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Unless it's a decade long war
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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???
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I'm already on the way.
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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. )
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[ andy herself isn't armed with her axe for simple kitchen stake-outs, but she does come with her 'women want me, fish fear me' t-shirt. it's her favorite. ]
I like a candy necklace more. Cy, I assume?
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( he bows, elaborate and stately. there's a spidery sort of grace that accompanies the gesture — somebody who knows their body and how to maximize the efficiency of motion. )
At your service. Can't do a candy necklace, but I've got this box of sweet tarts that I stole out of the pile earlier, you ga— ( the word game dies on his lips when he spots that shirt, and instead transmutes itself into a bark of laughter. ) Holy shit, okay. Love the shirt. I can't even say 'it'd look better on my floor' in flirtatious earnest because I would be stealing it, consider yourself forewarned.
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Game for the sweet tarts at the very least but I draw the line at shirt thievery.
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Honestly, fish probably wouldn't fear me anyway. I'll leave well enough alone.
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Fucking delicious though. [ she has been eating fish for so very long. ]
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( though the quality of fish has ... been on the decline.
ah, industrialization's a bitch.
he steps in over the bench opposite her and takes a graceless seat. well, if she doesn't stand on ceremony for the consumption of liquor neither will he — his gets tossed back too. )
Care to play a game?
( yes this may be said with an especially teasing grin. )
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What kind of game? [ she doesn't miss the look on his face, but she wouldn't be here if she weren't currently bored. ]
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( he says that with the same sort of weird pride that a cat leaving a bird on your pillow would display. )
I figure dares are whatever. Truth's the fun one.
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We might need another bottle then.
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he uses the bottle to mime a lazy salute at her, and then sets it down on the table. everybody loves absinthe, right? )
Good enough for government work.
( it's a joke because he's from fucking ontario, where the government does as little as possible that one could actually call work.
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