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[illinest.livejournal.com]

first off.
important question.
whats with these optional clothes provided.
like jesus dick suddenly its the 80s and everyone has the dumbest ideas about the future.
forget the spaceships forged from rigs still running windows 95.
shit is straight up lifted outta a jem video.
bret michaels approaches his band with an idea for their next mv.
hint were rocking the space theme.
cmon dudes gather up the gaudy skintight monochrome horseshit and lets do this.
btw roomies wheres the beer bong.

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[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[illinest.livejournal.com]

[yeah, like he even wanted to see you in the first place, shit]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he's totally already on his way ]

[illinest.livejournal.com]

[just gonna chill here and watch myself burn

with complete unadulterated pure as a virgin in the snow boredom

possibly wondering]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ nonchalantly showing up a few minutes later. what are you talking about his schedule just happened to clear really fast okay.

... is he supposed to knock. what is the protocol for visiting your dead brother?? shit this is hard. paces around a little...

no this is dumb just knock you moron.

no he won't knocking is for harleys and egberts. casually stands in the hallway and calls out... yeah that'll work. ]

Bro.

[illinest.livejournal.com]

[that voice. it gets him right off the bed he's been harassing the network on, over to the door and then opening it with not nearly enough pause to be cool. shit. oh well. seeing dave there, alive, makes up for any lost badass cred.]

'Sup.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ whoops, damn, this is harder than he'd thought. hey bro the last time i saw you you were dead what's fucking up dude?? yeah, a real conversation starter. ]

Hey.

[ ... shit. ]

[illinest.livejournal.com]

[unsure where to move - to his left and make that physical offering to come inside, or step outward into the hall? this place isn't familiar to him and dave seems to have gotten here first.

he casually steps to the side. just in case.]

When'd you get here.

[and how are you? questions that might not ever get asked, much as he wants to.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ oh. does that mean he's supposed to go inside? is that the protocol here? WWBD??

crosses his arms. just kinda... floating... in place... yeap... ]

Two weeks ago. Staying with some troll douchebag upstairs.

[ nonchalant as he can manage, because all in all? it's better than dying in sburb. ]

[illinest.livejournal.com]

Troll.

[that's a deadpan question to elaborate; sure, he knows of the trolls, maybe even talked to a few of his own - but every one's different. he's gotta be a little cagey, right?]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This one had a sweet dye-job. Spoke like a pompous dick though.

[ seems like a pretty accurate description of eridan. now, how to give a warning of them without actually giving a warning... ]

They're dangerous.

[ whatever, that totally works. ]

[illinest.livejournal.com]

Aight.

[dave's not stupid. he doesn't need to be worried over, dangerous or not, so bro just leaves it at that.]

And this ain't Sburb?

[because it certainly doesn't feel like it, and he needs some confirmation.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he missed this; the not having to elaborate thing, because bro just gets it. ]

No. This is some fucked up tower thing that saved us from the end of the world or whatever. There's no way to leave.