( he was the one who made them or picked them out to be sharp, so really he only had himself to blame. )
well I did hear about an interesting theory from my father once. something about information overload-
if you bog her down with a bunch of useless trivial information, she might miss the bigger picture or be less inclined to ask about serious things. in fact you can tell her that I'm not a natural blonde and I dye my hair once a month, and my roots every three months.
[ Because he's gotta go to the Kwik Trip to get that ice cream! It'll take ten or so minutes, but Heather's apartment will receive a set of three knocks on the door.
And a half-orc will be there, lifting his bag in hand. ]
( as she sent off that text, she began to clean up her place a bit and set her new pet rat up in his cage just in case gorgug was scared of rats.
when she heard the three knocks, she opened up the door wearing sweats this time instead of her usual getup. although what she was about to discuss was rather serious, she did have a bright smile to her face when she finally opened up the door. )
Oh hey, perfect. Come on in, I have some other stuff too like drinks and chips.
[ So he says, giving her a smile right back. He'll walk in once she invites him in, amused by the idea of throwing chips in on the pile. But why not? Gorgug's got a big stomach, it won't complain about the food.
He's a polite boy, he'll walk whichever way Heather tells him to. Asking, at least: ] Are we eating from the tub, or from bowls?
( once they were both inside and the door was closed, heather waved her hand towards the couch inside. nearby it was a small cage she had found that held her friend who seemed intrigued by gorgug.
for now though, she's already heading off to the kitchen to grab a few things for them [including the bowls and spoons]. )
I'm getting bowls, chips, and water for us-
( and soon enough, balancing all items on her hands, she's back to place everything on-top of the makeshift coffee table she made. a flat piece of wood and bricks right under it. fitting for a carefree teen like her. )
Thanks for coming on such short notice, I guess it just felt weird spilling my heart out over text you know?
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but yeah I can do the hand-trick stuff, flipping and rolling them between my fingers and knuckles.
( okay, she may have been exaggerating about her badness. again, more edgy than bad. )
let me guess, didn't go so well?
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it really hurts
when the blade cuts you
[ :( ]
i still try it now and then but not 2 at a time
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( oh no, more call outs. )
are you sharing that with the gossip lady?
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[ Heeeaather... getting hurt hurts!!! ]
do you think i should?
i don't know if she wants to know that
but...
i guess i don't care if she knows
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( he was the one who made them or picked them out to be sharp, so really he only had himself to blame. )
well I did hear about an interesting theory from my father once. something about information overload-
if you bog her down with a bunch of useless trivial information, she might miss the bigger picture or be less inclined to ask about serious things. in fact you can tell her that I'm not a natural blonde and I dye my hair once a month, and my roots every three months.
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[ She even mentioned it in her profile. It's such a big deal for her! ]
i can add that in
do you wanna give her any hair tips too?
she had a lot of it
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( was this heather being actually mean and mischievous?
yes absolutely, even she had the capacity to do that. )
she should add lemon juice to her hair every night
and sleep with her hair wet after showering!
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[ Just give him a second to think about anything himself. ]
she should visit a stylist to fix what's on her head
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maybe we should find someone super inexperienced with hair and recommend them to her.
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I love it.
( and she doesn't even know about the kidnapping just yet! )
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[ Who doesn't do a little kidnapping on the side!!! ]
thanks for helping me out by the way
i appreciate it
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it’s the least I can do.
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but i think we should let the adults make their own party
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she’ll let that slide for now. )
yeah but theirs won’t be anywhere near as fun as mine was.
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yeah. but then they can deal with it when one of them gets really drunk and sad on the floor
and we can have the edibles next time
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something that warmed heather’s heart dearly. )
thankfully we didn’t have that go down.
and true, especially since I won’t be in charge for the next one. I could’ve really used one at the party but probably better that I didn’t.
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[ Sorry, Hank. ]
did something happen to you?
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( while that was going on, she had been dancing with mr. maximum legend. )
I guess I can tell you, but it seems like a lot to talk about over text…
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[ And one of them was having the better night...!! ]
i can come over
should i bring ice cream?
[ Look.
Sometimes, certain conversations require ice cream. ]
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you truly are a good friend.
( and she means that! she’s at her apartment in the meantime if he does decide to come over. )
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tell me the flavor. i'm omw
[ Because he's gotta go to the Kwik Trip to get that ice cream! It'll take ten or so minutes, but Heather's apartment will receive a set of three knocks on the door.
And a half-orc will be there, lifting his bag in hand. ]
I got sauces too.
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( as she sent off that text, she began to clean up her place a bit and set her new pet rat up in his cage just in case gorgug was scared of rats.
when she heard the three knocks, she opened up the door wearing sweats this time instead of her usual getup. although what she was about to discuss was rather serious, she did have a bright smile to her face when she finally opened up the door. )
Oh hey, perfect. Come on in, I have some other stuff too like drinks and chips.
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[ So he says, giving her a smile right back. He'll walk in once she invites him in, amused by the idea of throwing chips in on the pile. But why not? Gorgug's got a big stomach, it won't complain about the food.
He's a polite boy, he'll walk whichever way Heather tells him to. Asking, at least: ] Are we eating from the tub, or from bowls?
[ What kind of ice cream situation is this? ]
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for now though, she's already heading off to the kitchen to grab a few things for them [including the bowls and spoons]. )
I'm getting bowls, chips, and water for us-
( and soon enough, balancing all items on her hands, she's back to place everything on-top of the makeshift coffee table she made. a flat piece of wood and bricks right under it. fitting for a carefree teen like her. )
Thanks for coming on such short notice, I guess it just felt weird spilling my heart out over text you know?
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cw: cannibalism mentions
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