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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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[biifurcatiion]

what.
what the fuck would you do iif ii refu2ed two let you iin, break down my door for a booty call?

[tipsygnostalgia]

not even answering tht seeing as im pretty sure ur going to let me in

[biifurcatiion]

ii gue22 we'll 2ee, won't we.

[But yeah of course he is.]

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[Aaaand that would be a knock at his door twenty minutes later or so.]

[biifurcatiion]

[He debates being a dick for like. Twenty seconds, before he actually squirms out of his blanket cocoon in his recuperacoon-replacement-hammock with his hair sticking up every direction like he just rolled out of bed and doesn't care about what she thinks about it (he doesn't, and he does, but what the hell ever) to crack the door open to look at her.]

Pathhword?

[tipsygnostalgia]

The password is pathhhhword.

[C'mon Sollux let her in plz]

[biifurcatiion]

[Ok he's opening the door for her for real.]

Hurry up and get in before I freeze to death.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Shoosh, I'm the one that just walked all the way over here, all you had to do was walk like two fucking feet towards the door.

[She comes in though, shutting the door behind her.]

[biifurcatiion]

[Yeah but he's shivering already; Sollux fucking hates the cold, he can feel it jarring all the way down his horns and into his skull every time he opens the door, let alone go outside.]

Thorry, it wath jutht thtarting to get weird having all thethe converthationth over text, which keep jutht getting progrethhively fucked up. If you're going to tell me you don't want to thee me at leatht now you'll have to do it to my face.

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[...okay, what?]

...Why would I do that? If I didn't want to see you, I would have just said "no" when you asked if I wanted to come over.

[biifurcatiion]

[Ah, he forgot to tell her that part.]

That'th what Jade told me. [He just sounds flat about that, dead with exhaustion.] Thorry, I know you weren't going to, don't mind me.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Jade doesn't wanna see you? [Oh boy.]

[biifurcatiion]

[Yeah it's a wreck.]

Not only that, thhe thaid we probably couldn't be friendth, uh, leave her alone, and thhe'th a petty tool. Didn't make it back to you?

- that'th not what I athked you here to thay, though.

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....No, I haven't heard a thing from her since she said she was coming over to apologize to you actually.

[And Roxy sighs because urgh, so basically that thing she said about hoping Jade meant what she said turned out to be a pile of shit.]

What the fuck. What was it you wanted to say, though?

[biifurcatiion]

...I didn't actually have anything to thay, I wath jutht tired of feeling thorry for mythelf.

[tipsygnostalgia]

So you're saying that two girls say they like you and you somehow feel sorry for yourself? And you make me freeze my ass off walking over here for nothing?

[She's trying to get a rise out of him.. because it's all she knows how to do really. They aren't exactly the 'lets cry over our feelings' type..]

[biifurcatiion]

[That's the relief of being with her, really. He just wanted somebody to hang out with for awhile.]

Well yeah, becauthe I'm a thelfithh athhole, tell me thomething I don't know.

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[And she's gonna make herself at home, kicking her shoes of and sitting down, huddled up until she warms up again.]

If I thought that I wouldn't give you the time of day? Plus I have like no authority to give opinions on that stuff all things considering, so..

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[She can sit wherever she wants, but he's going back to the hammock cocoon. Which is definitely big enough to share. If she wants to. Or if she stays out long enough that he yells at her to get in, he'll steal any heat he can.]

Pleathe, if we do thith, you get unfettered rightth to tell me ath bluntly ath pothhible when I've become an intolerable douchebag.

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I tend to do that anyway, I just think you're not quite at the douchebag level right now? Shocking, I know!

[She'll stay on the floor for now though.. she's tempted to move, but she still isn't certain enough over if this is something actually happening.]

Hey, you said tell you something you don't know, well I went to Utgard the other day. It's super cool and basically shits on this place, it has modern tech and even internet.

I saw a book called computers for dummmies and I almost bought it for you.

[biifurcatiion]

It could be an ithland of thhit, for all I care, and it would thtill be an improvement of thith place.

[He's not really sure either, but he's wrapped himself back up with the comforter over his horns, watching her talk.]

You thhould have bought it, maybe you could have caught up to me thometime. Tho, can move there and never come back?

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Oh please, there's no books out there that could teach me something I don't already know.

I asked the Loki guy last week if we could move there, he said that could only happen if the gods here let it. And... seeing as I called the main guy a pervert and then told another that he was lower than shit scraped off a shoe.. Yeah probably not happening. Sorta waiting for them to send me on another "camping trip" to be honest.

[And okay, it's cold here on the floor and she's tired of looking at him all snug and warm over there, so she gets up, motioning for him to move over so she can sit and hog some of the comforter or something.]

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[He's kind of got it burritoed around him, but he scoots over a bit and opens it up for her to climb in next to him.]

At leatht you didn't die on the latht one. And it'th ok, I am pretty thure I have thaid a lot worthe. I haven't ever thtopped calling them pthychotic kidnapperth, for one, tho if you're dithqualified I definitely am too.

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Yeah you really should stop letting yourself get killed you know. There's only gotta be so many times you can die before the universe says 'ok now you're just abusing privileges here'.

[She lies down, pulling the covers around her and wiggling down into it some more, leaving her just staring at him and it's enough to stop her random rambling.]

So...

[biifurcatiion]

Heh, I think it'th a requirement for the Hero of Doom, mutht die repeatedly to achieve anything.

[It's weird that it doesn't feel weirder, wrapped up in blankets with her. They're really, really close. But she's not upset and she's not trying to break up with him before anything even started and it's ok, right?]

Tho. Thith ithn't ath weird ath I thought it might be.