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*BEEEP*

It seems that Neopolitan still isn't managing to master the fine art of caring to be properly sociable. Still, the inbox does work, and she's known to respond fast enough, if she likes someone. So, at least there's that?

(OOC Note: 99% of all replies will come in the form of Text Messages unless Neo has a strong reason to send video messages. She might send pictures, but she prefers text.)

Comments

[hauntedsavior]

You would fucking keel over if you saw my pathetic attempts at flirting.
I've never been good at it.
The flower might have been an improvement.

Thanks. Hopefully you don't run into it again.
It may not be so easy to take down next time.
We got lucky.

[threelayers]

You should have seen Emerald and I at first.
One moment we'd do these brilliant little games that were like out of some cheesy novel.
The next it was all awkward fumbling because we didn't have a clue.

Trust me, I sort of expect you to be awkward as hell about it. The flower's not better.
Such a thing as way too smooth if you ask me.

I'll take your word for it.
You were anything but easy in that form.
Power going everywhere like that.

[hauntedsavior]

Ha. Reminds me of me and Rose.
Except, well, she was always better at it than me.

That flower was just ready to feed on every last drop of blood it spilled.
And it was fucking good at spilling blood.
Was it actually smooth? I just thought it was trying to tempt you.
Felt weird having a body made out of flesh again that could actually do that kind of thing.
Man, no, I'm gonna stop. That way lies madness or whatever.

[threelayers]

I am probably the better one of the two of us.
But I was also always a little better at bullshit, which doesn't hurt when you're flirting.
Confidence goes a long way, and I was the confident one at first.

Yep, madness and insanity.
You're better off not thinking like a creepy space posy that infected your eye.
Yep yep. You are totally just good as is.

And this whole conversation is totally not awkward for us both.
Hah, we're both idiots, aren't we?

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah, well. If Trench has therapists then it's something to add to the list, I guess.
Once that stuff gets shoved into my brain it's pretty hard to forget.
Cool side effect of soul resonance. Don't recommend it.

You're pining for your wife. I'm pining for someone I never have a chance with again.
Sounds like only one of us is the idiot here, dude.

[threelayers]

They've got Night Walkers, but there's not many actual head-shrinkers.
I would bet you almost anyone who was actually trained in that sort of thing would make bank here.
And be completely bogged down.

Hey, let me call myself an idiot too!
I don't thinking pining for the impossible is a stupid thing anyway.
It's just kind of lonely.

[hauntedsavior]

Ha.
I mean, I used to do host cafe work. You'd be surprised the kind of people who just wanna talk it out.
That's basically therapy. Didn't even have to bang anyone.

Yeah, well. Lonely's my middle name, far as anyone knows.
Getting better at it, don't get me wrong. Not gonna have anything desperate happen again.
But, you know.
Doesn't change fast.

[threelayers]

Yeah, I could never really do that kind of thing.
I'm just not that good with people when it comes down to it.

It doesn't, but you'll figure it out.
And if you ever need to talk stuff out, I can make an exception on being a good listener for you.
You're already helping me out at the same time, after all.

[hauntedsavior]

Pff. Please.
You don't gotta listen to my bullshit just 'cause I saved your ass from freezing to death.

Appreciate it, though.
Really trying to get better at it.
No reason to stay alone all the fucking time.
I might have a roommate now, for example.