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[fuckyousoleil]

[The mess hall is much like it is any other Friday afternoon. On this particular hot summer's day, it even seems like there's a little ice cream bar set up, with all sorts of different (sugar free, unfortunately) types of ice cream out as well as bowls, cherries, sprinkles - any sort of topping you can think of.

Right next to the ice cream bar,

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[painintheneck]

[ITT IT IS NIGHT TIME space/time is my bitch. sophie-anne is looking at the map and completely missing the point, as usual.]

Oh, this drawing is atrocious. Honestly, why bother unless you're going to put a little effort in?

[burgercraving]

Anyway, why are you here, anyway? Can vampires even eat ice cream?

[painintheneck]

As a matter of fact, we can't. But I enjoy socializing, especially with pretty girls like you.

[burgercraving]

So, what? You've gone from trying to scare me to hitting on me?

[painintheneck]

I was never trying to scare you. Don't be silly.

[burgercraving]

You definitely weren't trying for this approach. So, like, I know I'm hot and stuff, but what are you, hungry?

[painintheneck]

Why, are you offering?

[burgercraving]

You're a little late.

[painintheneck]

That doesn't necessarily mean "no."

[burgercraving]

... It'd be a conflict of interests for both of us ... even if it'd be like, the hottest thing ever.

[painintheneck]

A conflict of interest.

[burgercraving]

I'm not going to say it. It's gross.

[painintheneck]

Oh, now you have to say it.

[burgercraving]

Wow, they really don't teach deduction skills in Ancient Rome, do they?

[painintheneck]

[siiigh.]

I really don't see how that would be a conflict for me.

[burgercraving]

So why did Emily want you to talk to me?