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[bloodiedfeet]

Are....you sure you want to be obsessed with me? I mean...I'm nothing special. Not compared to the other people I share headspace with. And I don't really know anyone yet, so...

It's not that I mind, I'm just not sure you have your priorities straight. My life isn't all that exciting, and it's not as tragic as you make it out to be. I happen to like my life, okay? And while I won't object to being given a chance to meet more people on a regular basis....I know there are a lot of people that want to be there that have been around longer than me.

I'm...I'm like that new toy, you know? That new toy you get and you can't stop playing with it when you first get it and you think it's like the best toy ever, only to later forget about it because you get a new toy or find your other favorite toy. And...I'm weirding myself out with this analogy, but you know what I mean.

Give me some time to settle in and you won't be so obsessed with me, I promise.

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[rainbowinflight]

[ Here, Sally, have a teenaged girl with hair that is currently teal with a weird silvery shimmer to it. ]

Sometimes they move on. Sometimes they just leave you alone until the perfect opportunity to fuck with you some more comes along.

Sooooo over being that toy, incidentally.

Anyway, hate to break it to you, but talking to 'em about it almost never helps.

[bloodiedfeet]

[Sally happens to think the hair is awesome.]

I'm not really a fan of being fucked with, but I've heard this one is really good at it.

Yeah? Is it that bad for you?

I've heard about that, but I had to try. I figure she likes me so much maybe this time she will listen.

[rainbowinflight]

Yeah, well, okay, he's not that bad about it most of the time with me. But like, I get comfy and relaxed and then BOOM, I'm stuck showing some asshole Asgardian around New York, or fighting off zombies or something.

[ Glad you like the hair, Sally. It's starting to go a little red around the edges. ]

[bloodiedfeet]

You must have lucked out with him. I've been told mine likes to make us miserable for fun. Wait....Asgardian? Never head of it. But zombies....would be really fucking cool. I have to say.

[oh she does. she wants to touch it.]

[rainbowinflight]

Oh, so does mine. He just hasn't had the occasion to make me really miserable yet.

But yeah. Loki, god of mischief or whatever. He's a dick, and he pretty much blackmailed me into giving him a guided tour of Manhattan. [ scoooooowl ]

Eh, zombies aren't awful, but it was way less fun than you'd think. Plus they smelled.

[ You have only to ask! Or seem overly entranced by it for about a minute more. It's now mostly orange, with little flickers of blue on the tips here and there. ]

[bloodiedfeet]

I feel like we should be celebrating this for now.

How...did he blackmail you? Wait. No, that's probably too personal. I didn't ask that. A god, huh? That must make things interesting.

I bet they do. I work with a bunch of sweaty guys so my nostrils are pretty strong.

[she just...really won't be able to stop staring, but she's too shy to ask to touch it.]