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oh have you now

should i be worried about that? just who's been saying things about me this time, huh

[if she's heard of him, though, he assumes it might be because of his job? so he decides to make the trick match with a nice little champagne color scheme & theme, with bubbly little sound effects. he doesn't know her well enough to go for something obnoxious.]

Does it worry you? My cousin used to work for you, and Baren mentioned you're dating the last time we spoke.

The trick of this theme is that I'd actually make it permanent were that an option.

yeah, if you've been hearing anything from baren then i'm definitely worried. who's your cousin though?

and honestly we should petition to get to keep some of this shit, maybe joanne would let us

Ryouta. He goes by "Zoro". Anyway, I don't think that's a reason to be worried. For all that he's a ridiculous person, I don't think his judgement in people is bad...?

I've heard that contact doesn't quite work. Do you think it might with a petition, then?

oh shit, you're related? he's a good guy, i'm gonna miss having him as an employee.

but no, you're not wrong, baren doesn't have bad judgment. he's a decent guy too. it's just that he's also a little shit and i don't put anything past him-- did he try to send you roses?

far as contact goes: petitions are a solid maybe, i don't know if we've tried yet. mostly i just shout into the void on the app because at least one of them has to read that shit.

I still want to know the exact number he ordered to start with. It seems an important detail so I know exactly how amused I should be. Not that I'll turn down excess flowers: they're good decorations while they last, aren't they?

I usually read what everyone else is saying, although not all of it seems that pertinent. So, a perfectly regular social network really.

well it definitely wasn't this fucking many, i can tell you that much. we finally got almost all of them taken care of but my whole apartment still smells like flowers

[if baren didn't show her the state of the apartment, well. here's a pic of chuuya's living room stuffed full of roses. there's a one-eared black cat hanging out in the photo too.]

everything's perfectly regular except for the shit we end up posting about, i guess. i had to ask for help getting down off my own ceiling once and you definitely don't see that shit on twitter.

I truly look forward to his next romantic gesture.

How did you get on your ceiling? That wording is a little odd?

yeah, me too. he can be pretty thoughtful when he wants to be.

[but that's the closest he's gonna get to sap here... occasionally he has some restraint, ok.]

when i first started fucking with gravity i didn't know what i was doing, you know? it'd happen without me really trying to do it and i didn't know how to turn it off, so. ceiling time.

You can control gravity?

been able to for a while now, yeah. i just don't make a big deal of it, it's easier that way.

not like it's a secret either though, i guess

but it's one of those memory things. i remembered being able to do it and then a while later, bam, gravity bullshit.

What rules do you have to follow?

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