so this is what you do with your time pick up a kid from a doomed timeline just because he was blinded i mean i know society seems to have a fucking thing for people with disabilities and powers but come on i really dont want to deal with whatever youre planning
Blindness? It seems that you've been treading into my thematic motifs a bit.
However, you'll find that impairments ultimately mean little to the machinations of mundanes. They're liable to do as they please regardless of negative impact or protest from the mental peanut gallery.
whoa my angstometers going off tha charts rite here relax davey im sure youre still awesomesauce come on lets do a fistbunp right nao bunp r u feelin it
That certainly raises more questions than it answers, but I suppose for the sake of politeness I'll save my burning curiosity for another time.
I'd certainly hope so, else I'd have quite a few gripes to lodge at the multiversal complaint department regarding false advertisement. There's been enough cataclysmic events to wade through without the irritation of having been mislabeled.
dont get me wrong im not saying my life sucks just because im fucking blind but i also dont want to deal with some guy sitting at home on his computer jerking me around
[And because Dave was a gentleman he would give this lady the manliest of fistbumps.]
Of course. I can just imagine the amount of red tape you'd have to wade through in order to be able to unseal those most confidential of files.
While I'd have gone for a metaphor more rife with backstabbing analogy, your choice of phallic imagery to represent the hypothetical betrayal of paradox space is quite interesting.
so much red tape dont get tangled up in that shit or we might never see you again
i figured you would like a jump start on developing a theory for how my blindness makes me perceive my own wang and other people's nether regions youre about three term papers behind my rose at least better pick up the pace
I may be no mistress of the bureaucratic process, but I'd like to think that I've a firm enough grasp on purposefully confusing language to be able to navigate my way through the tedium of forms submitted in triplicate. Whether I'd enjoy it or not, of course, is another matter entirely.
Considering I've been tackling this psychological conundrum for all of five minutes I believe that I'm well on my way to outpacing my better informed alternate. There's nothing like a bit of literal competition with oneself to incite motivation.
yeah but you are also dealing with the bureaucracy as run by a time traveler need that form filled out? oh i think dave from two years in the future has that one
alright but before you ask no i have not seen, smelled or tasted what the trolls have under their pants might sound boring but dave strider is a gentleman and i there has been no point in the timeline where i had enough of it to take a troll out to dinner first
You're hardly difficult to manage, Strider. It doesn't take much wherewithal to shake a fresh bottle of apple juice a few times and wait.
The fact that this is the first thing you feel the need to clarify only opens the door to some pointed questions about what you've been fantasizing about recently. Should I be worried about my dear brother or should I begin collecting material on healthily managing a xenophiliac lifestyle?
shit my one true weakness you know though if i was a guy into religious study and all that i might point out the whole adam and eve thing
[It was his poor attempt at a comeback but at least he tried.]
its not like im imagining alien wang all the time or anything i do kind of think that even if were different we are similar enough for relationships to work and all that just something that came up when you found out i could smell and taste colors thanks to terezi
If you truly think that this situation is comparable to the pair of us roaming naked through the utopian woods and being seduced by a mouthy reptile then I'm not going to argue. It's better to merely write this down and dissect it for my next collection of essays.
Synesthesia is hardly a condition that I'd imagine would be limited to humans, although it's gratifying to know that my other self explored the full implications of cultural exchange when given the opportunity. I'd be rather disappointed in her laxness otherwise.
[And this was why he didn't try to out-do Rose in the embarrassing analogies game.]
i think you were kind of interested in the fact that it could be learned and the fact i mistook you for the mayor or someone else sometimes and well lets just say gave you more material for your essays
[no one can out-analogy Rose. she's simply too good to be beaten.]
Yes, I'd imagine if your skills were subpar enough that you'd frequently confuse my delicate cantaloupe scent for the more robust licorice of our distinguished meteor guest then by the end of things I'd have been coated in a wonderful layer of saliva.
At least my analysis opportunities weren't limited to the couch sessions anymore.
actually youre more like a mix of peach and lavender but that was back when i was still getting used to the new ways of seeing so i was lucky i didnt run into a wall some days
What a soothing combination; I'm rather surprised that it's managed to withstand the barrage of barbs I've thrown out at people over the years.
You mean that the nearly uniform gray of the meteor wasn't conducive to your learning to navigate through a primarily color-based medium? What a shocking revelation.
yeah it was harder in the meteor but im even talking about the dreambubbles we went through i was walking through my apartment and the next thing i know im face-deep in smuppet ass
on an unrelated note and im not just doing this to get out of talking about mannequins my mun is creating a session more fucked up than both the trolls' and ours combined
Good to see that your enhanced senses haven't done any damage to your quaint inability to subtly switch subjects.
I can imagine several instances where a session combining both of ours would lost a competition measuring hideousness, but they're few and far between. Leave it to a mundane to feel such an abomination is necessary.
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