the wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire [demon slaying 033]

[rev_it_up]

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[theotokos]

God damn it, I WANT to go to the beach.

[rev_it_up]

Hey. How the hell are you feeling?

... Also. Uh. Go ahead? Nobody's stopping you. Unless Dante's making the attempt. At which point I'll kick his pansy ass.

[theotokos]

Should I say I'm fine? Every time I do, I seem to jinx myself.

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Dante had better not, he already looks like a cradle robber as much as it is. Have you seen his apartment? Augh.

[rev_it_up]

We'll speak in code. Every time you want to say you're fine, call Dante an idiot.

... Not lately. Not since he locked me in a fucking closet.

[endswithme]

This place as a beach?! What. The. Hell.

[rev_it_up]

Somebody doesn't get out much.

[endswithme]

Give me a break. I've only been here for a week and a half.

I thought this place was just, you know, a city floating in the middle of nothingness nowhere or whatever.

[rev_it_up]

Settled fine?

Nope. It's a big city floating in the middle of nothingness with a beach.

And an ocean.

[nogoldbikinis]

Maybe you should eat it.

[rev_it_up]

Are you kidding? I hate potato salad.

[nogoldbikinis]

Then why are you keeping it? Logic would demand you get rid of it, regardless of whether or not you're saving it for others. I'm sure someone who likes potato salad ...whatever that even is would be more than willing to keep it for you.

[rev_it_up]

Well I keep hoping that the people I know are going to get off their collective ass and make an effort into going to the goddamned beach party but apparently I am speaking a crazy moon language that no one understands.

Maybe I'll donate it to Abel.

[scruffy_fellow]

Half a ton?

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[rev_it_up]

YOU.

[rev_it_up]

FOR CHRISSAKE.

[rev_it_up]

S'up.

[rev_it_up]

Yeah. You read that right.

[rev_it_up]

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Must you take everything so literally?