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[tipsygnostalgia]

Roxy is busy right now
but leave your message here and she will get back to it once she is no longer blackout drunk
or fuck deep in meowcats

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[masterofpuppets]

Yeah, I'll be there soon.
Want me to bring you anything?

[tipsygnostalgia]

no
just you
i dont feel like anything right now

action

[masterofpuppets]

Alright.

[And then some time later he's knocking on her door.]

Re: action

[tipsygnostalgia]

[It doesn't take her too long to open it up, peeking through the crack before opening the door properly.

Sup Dirk.

[masterofpuppets]

Hey.

[He stands there contemplatively for a moment, gouging her emotional state as best he can from just looking. Then he steps forward and wraps his arms around her shoulders. No waiting awkwardly this time, nope.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

[A hug is something that she really needed right now and she's leaning into it, wrapping her own arms around him.]

I've screwed everything up and I don't even know how to fix it.

[masterofpuppets]

What happened?

[He rubs her shoulder a little.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

[She's not letting go for now, mumbling into his shoulder.]

You know after our talk the other day? Well Jade said she had a crush on Sollux. So I wasn't gonna do anything but then she said it's okay and she didn't want to date and stuff anyway.. so, I talked to him and went over there and such.

But then I find they kissed, and she's not talking to him and then just earlier she messages me saying she's gone to stay at Draco's and gave the dog to Dave and she's mad at me too and-

[She pulls away, enough to look at him.]

Basically it's a huge mess.

[masterofpuppets]

[He's quiet for a moment, thinking about what she said.]

It's complicated, but nobody's to blame for anything. Except possibly Sollux for his apparent preternatural animal magnetism. [He sounds dead serious.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

His.. what? [Oh, she takes a second to get it, the dumbfounded look on her face molding to confusion instead as she decides to just groan and bury her face in his chest again.]

I don't think she's coming back to the apartment. She hates me. And she called me a girl who thinks she is a troll. [which URGH she doesn't even need to say it, you were there for that philosophical chat, you wrote the damn thing.]