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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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（ 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

Now's fine. I just woke up.

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

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

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

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

I'm not gonna waste the tequila on that.

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

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

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

Some people are into that.

im people

Somehow not a surprise

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???

Sounds like a you problem.

I'm already on the way.

（ 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. ）

[ the two glasses give it away first, but everything else about the scene unfolding seems to check out and cement it. ]

[ 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?

The one and only.

（ 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.

[ she moves to the glasses without much preamble, opening the bottle and filling hers to the brim while he is otherwise pepperoni occupied. ]

Game for the sweet tarts at the very least but I draw the line at shirt thievery.

（ he grins, and comes oven to the table. the meat halo is dropped unceremoniously upon it, and the box of candy is dredged up out of one of his pockets. ）

Honestly, fish probably wouldn't fear me anyway. I'll leave well enough alone.

[ she lifts the glass and promptly drains about half of it in a few quick gulps. ]

Fucking delicious though. [ she has been eating fish for so very long. ]

Do love me a good sushi platter.

（ 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. ）

[ she downs the rest of her glass, then reaches for the bottle to pour herself more. ]

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. ]

Truth or drink!

（ 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.

[ she fills her glass again more or less to the brim. ]

We might need another bottle then.

（ he thinks about the bottle in his room, left haphazardly on his bed — and then he reaches for it and pulls. and then it's in his hand, escorted by a curling void-touched blackness edged in violet.

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.

dougford he just wants to taLK. ）

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