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clawing back from seasonal rp drive death
Hey! Are we doing this shit, or what? Last I recall, roleplaying involves actually getting off your ass and writing me. I might be fourth wall aware, but it's not like I can run on autopilot.
[but what about that stupid thing you did, and all the ic fallout.]
It's-- [H.....ESITATES, SLIGHTLY, BEFORE SNAPPING AGAIN:] It's fine! Screw the consequences, I'll handle it! Quit wasting my time and start writing already, goddammit!
[but what about that stupid thing you did, and all the ic fallout.]
It's-- [H.....ESITATES, SLIGHTLY, BEFORE SNAPPING AGAIN:] It's fine! Screw the consequences, I'll handle it! Quit wasting my time and start writing already, goddammit!

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[And sometimes even when you're expecting it, too!]
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[he totally does and there's probably an unhealthily large amount of exposed midriff tbh]
I'll deal, okay? It's gonna work out!`
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[the point
travis' head]
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[POINTED STARE THROUGH THE FOURTH WALL AT GOICHI SUDA, AND ALSO HIS MUN]
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[Like going from "yay helicopter out of here" to "OH GOD CTHULU WRECKED MY CHOPPER".]
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Ah, retaliation. My favorite.
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I don't know how I'm gonna do that. But I will.
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You get this shit from your mun too?
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M-maybe they're all sadistic, these muns.
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[SURE THING TRAVIS.]
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...Nerd.
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Y'know, if you wanted to get my attention, princess, you coulda just showed up outside of my apartment with a boombox.
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