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Wow, miilliion looks really dumb. And I'm surprised it's only times one million and not two, you know, considering that two fetish you got going on.

Replacing a B with an eight seems way too generic. If it's the bitch quirk then you really gotta fuck with everyone.

Give me a room number and your slime will be gone before you know it. Hold up, I'm not going to pretend I care about what a seedflap is, or the fact you think I'm scared and have monkeylegs, but this is like the opposite of flirting. What the fuck is a kismsis and how is this romantic at all?

miilliion look2 amaziing.
you get two miilliion next tiime, obviiou2ly.

ii'll leave iit iin your capable hand2.

ii'm iin 2-06.
troll2 hatefliirt, iit'2 a thiing.
a2k the romantiic expert down below who'2 talkiing iin the blue and can't fiind hii2 cap2lock key iif you want two know.

No, you're wrong. You said times a million so I would be the one saying times two million, you totally messed that up. You think someone as in love with twos as you would have figured that out. I'll remember just how smart trolls are, thanks.

How is hate flirting a thing, that's ridiculous. Whatever, I'll learn about your stupid troll romance then your slime is mine.

Ew. Now That I know you think this is flirting, this conversation got really gross. Slime isn't code word for something bodily, is it?

you miight have 2aiid a miilliion and one.
anyway, however you 2ay iit, ii wiin.

iit'2 not riidiiculou2.
iit'2 not my fault human2 have a very liimiited viiew of romance.
troll2 have four kiind2 and you only have one, that'2 all.
ii won't be giiviing you any 2liime.

no, iit'2 2opor 2liime liike ii 2aiid before.
and gro22.
ii'm not iintwo iinter2peciie2 matiing, ii don't know how much more clear ii can be about thii2.

Nah uh. Times two million. Oh look, now I'm the one winning. What are the chances of that.

Why would you want four kinds of romance? One is hard enough to deal with as it is. Not that I have any problem getting boyfriends or anything. By the way, you're not my type.

I'm not an alien, soper slime doesn't mean anything to me. Save your interspecies romantic interest for someone who is actually interested. How old are you anyway?

nope tiime2 iinfiiniity plu2 two.
2ee?
ii'm two good at thii2.

iit'2 not about wantiing.
iit'2 about neediing and al2o gettiing horriibly kiilled iif we don't.
you're not my type eiither.

ii'm 2iix 2weep2 old.
how old are you?

Times infinity plus eight then. I can do this all day.

Troll culture is dumb, who kills people for not having enough romance.

Oh my god was I just being hit on by a six year old. I feel so dirty. I'm seventeen.

hey, you can't do that!

iimperiial drone2 do.
they come two your hiive expectiing genetiic materiial two take two the mother grub and iif they don't get enough then iit'2 goodbye for you.

2iix 2weep2 ii2 about thiirteen human year2, actually.
and ii never once hiit on you, you obliiviiou2 freak.

What can't I do? I wasn't aware there were rules to this kind of argument.

Wow, so, I don't know what an imperial drone, a hive, or a mother grub is. I also don't care. Your culture is dumb, just stop talking about it.

Thirteen isn't much better, I'm still too much woman for you to handle. You said you flirted, same difference. I can't believe I'm being called a freak by a lisping alien.

wow, okay, where are you?
becau2e ii really actually 2ort of want two kiick your a22.

Some computer terminal in the first floor dorm hallway, but by the time you get here I won't be here. I'll be too busy getting your slime.

[this is by far the oddest conversation she's ever had here]

[Oh he's looking for her. His door is locked, and if he doesn't find her in the hall he'll look upstairs in his own hall, but he's looking for a bitchy human girl.

Too bad he has only a vague idea of how to tell a human girl from a human boy, so he's basically shaking down each human he encounters. They don't have horns, okay. It's hard to tell you monkeys apart.

All of this might be intimidating if it weren't for the fact that he basically looks like a short, skinny nerd and has a really brutal lisp.]

[Santana is standing in front of his door attempting to pick the lock with a hairpin. A bucket sits at her feet, she had to carry the slime with something! Considering her position, it would be fairly easy to correctly guess who she is.]

[Sollux stops and stares]

Holy fucking shit, what the fuck ith thith?

[He has never seen anything so blatant in his entire life. She's never even seen him, and she wants to jump him so badly she's trying to break into his respite block with her pail handy?

He stomps over to her, carefully not looking too hard at the bucket on the floor, even as he points at it with one clawed finger]

Jeguth put that away! You're dithguthting!

[She turns and looks at him. This is the person she's been arguing with? She stops trying to pick the lock] I bet you I could get the slime, I don't take well to being wrong. Also those glasses are super lame.

[Put what away? She looks down to check the shirt she's wearing. Nope, she's secure] What the hell are you talking about?

[He's still looking anywhere but at the floor, blushing a sickly mustard yellow under the grey of his skin]

You brought a bucket to my room? Theriouthly? Moving a little fatht, aren't you?! And I thought you thaid I wath too young for you! Not to mention the fact that I'm fucking taken, jeguth!

It's just a bucket! Chill out, it's not going to hurt you. Frankly I don't care what kind of bucket induced trauma you experienced as a kid. It's weird.

[But a perfect way of torture! She's sticking that bucket in your face.]

[It's not traumatic, but this is the equivalent of sticking a used dildo in the face of a thirteen year old and wiggling it around. He shrieks with horror and smacks it away with a burst of his powers, his eyes cracking red and blue as the pail is sent skipping down the hall several feet.

He can't handle this. At all. He's holding his stomach with the effort of holding back a fit of nervous giggles]

That ith the motht dithguthting thing I have ever theen!

What the fuck is wrong with you?! [she backs up just one step]

[Leaning against the wall and starting to laugh. Humans don't use pails, he has a vague memory of that. And he's sort of just helplessly giggling at this whole ridiculous conversation, himself, and everything in general]

Trolls...only uthe pailth... in thekth. What are you...carrying one around for?

[He's struggling to get the words out through the laughter]

[Hold up, let her translate that into non-lisp speak] How the hell do you use buckets for sex? That doesn't even make sense! I told you, I bet I could get the slime, I needed something to carry it in. [she drops the bucket] This is so gross.

[He just slides down the wall to sit and laughs until yellow tears come out of his eyes.]

Uthing a pail...to carry thlime? Gog, what ith... wrong with... humanth?

What's so funny!

[Finally he manages to get ahold of himself. He gets to his feet, shaking his head]

You wouldn't think it wath funny if I came to your rethpite block waving around whatever thing humanth uthe to hold their genetic material? Come on.

[He pulls out his key and moves to unlock the door] Come in, but leave the pail outthide. I don't want to look at it. Tho fucking awkward.

[She raises an eyebrow at him] Holds your genetic material? I'm not even going to ask how buckets are like condoms, nope, I don't want to know.

[She pushes the bucket away from the door with her foot. She never wants to see another bucket again, but once she steps inside she has another concern]

What the hell is that? [why are recuperacoons a thing]

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