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[deadtective]

I was going to apologize for throwing more inane bullshit on here, but since we're all going to be dying of plague soon I guess it's actually kind of topical. Get out while you still can, you know?

Anyway. Has anyone from an earth like this visited their home here? Was that kind of fun or just massively depressing?

And uh, I guess if the overwhelming answer is depressing I'm also taking vacation recommendations. I'm not really picky as long as it's somewhere kind of quiet and thought provoking. Someplace you can clear your head, you know?

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[deadtective]

I can't imagine why when you're such an engaging and fascinating personality.

[she's just teasing. Chrollo's pretty ok to chat with when he isn't winding her up. which is like. five minutes out of every conversation.]

[cephalothorax]

Very funny! Anyway, not everyone likes to talk about themselves, I guess!

[ok in fairness she is VERY EASY to wind up.]

[deadtective]

Everyone likes talking about themselves. It's just about asking the right questions.

[hey she has a whole single friend who doesn't intentionally wind her up!! ...most of them time!!!]

[cephalothorax]

Then I guess no one's asked the right question yet.

[deadtective]

I don't know, I think I've been doing pretty well so far.

[cephalothorax]

Nope. Not even close! Talking about text effects isn't really the same as talking about myself.

[deadtective]

We had a whole conversation about your hometown! I'm not just talking about this time!!

Also your text preferences totally say a lot about who you are, excuse you.

[cephalothorax]

That's talking about my home town, not me. They aren't the same thing!

Also, I suppose that means you're an incurable romantic.

[deadtective]

They are! Not everyone likes where they come from, or cares about it at all.

No, it means I'm compensating for a lack of heart in my real life through obnoxious text ones. Duh.

[cephalothorax]

Hey, that's true. I'll concede that point. But only that point.

So if I use spades as background, does that mean I'm into death? Or is that clubs...

[deadtective]

Get used to it, there's more like it in the future.

No, that would be something like this.

[cephalothorax]

That just says pyromaniac.

[deadtective]

That would be this, actually.

[cephalothorax]

I'm sure I see how the messages from those two differ.

[deadtective]

One's an explosion and one's fire. It's pretty clear.

[cephalothorax]

Not really! The first one could easily be a fire creeping up from below and then bellowing back down.

[deadtective]

Sounds like I'm learning stuff about you from your text preferences after all.

[cephalothorax]

Oh? Like what?

[deadtective]

You are really upset that your current house didn't include a built-in fireplace.

[cephalothorax]

How do you even know if it didn't?

[deadtective]

Supernatural intuition. It's amazing what useless information you can find out.

[cephalothorax]

But what if I said it did?

After all, I own the house, I chose it myself. If I wanted a fireplace, wouldn't I just get one?

[deadtective]

Maybe none with fireplaces were for sale when you were buying. Or maybe you didn't realize how many cocktail weenies you'd be stuffing into your freezer every weekend.

[cephalothorax]

[WOW, HAZEL HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ADS, HE IS NOT A MAN WHO EATS COCKTAIL WEENIES

no thats a lie he would totally eat cocktail weenies.]

I could sell this house and get another oen if it means that much to me.

[deadtective]

[there is no one alive and capable of consuming food who wouldn't stuff their face with cocktail weenies. this is immutable fact.]

Well, get on it! No need to take it out on poor innocent text options because you're too lazy to call up a realtor.