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[dicey]

Hey, this is Vriska! I'm ignoring my PCD right now. Leave me a message and if I like you enough, I'll get back to you!

Comments

[combatking]

...are you under house arrest?

[dicey]

Is that a serious question?

[combatking]

Yes. You did not sound happy to be on the porch.

[dicey]

We don't really have a police force here, and even if we did I haven't done anything that 8ad!

I'm on the porch 8ecause I'm avoiding Hanna.

[combatking]

Did you guys get in a fight?

[dicey]

Yes! I already told you a8out all of this!

[combatking]

I meant a new fight. I was not sure whether it was fallout from the other day or not.

[dicey]

We haven't talked since then. I think he's still pissed off.

[combatking]

Oh man, I am sorry. Have you tried getting him an 'I'm Sorry' offering? That might just salt the wound though.

[dicey]

I think we just have to talk.

[combatking]

Yea. For now he probably just needs time to cool off. How does your armstub feel?

[dicey]

Fine, I guess. I got over all that phantom lim8 stuff when I lost the real one, so it's not like it's that weird. Sometimes I look down and am like "Holy shit, my arm is gone!", 8ut that's it.

[combatking]

That sounds awkward to forget! Has it caused any drops or anything? Hopefully your mecha-cyborg arm still works, then!

It looks terrible on me.

[Ping! Its a selfie of him sporting her arm up an empty sleeve semi-convincingly.]

[dicey]

I'm not really in a jokey mood.

[combatking]

I understand, a lot has happened. Well is there a way I can help cheer you up?

[dicey]

You can come over if you promise not to 8e all goofy.

[combatking]

I will try my damnedest! Should I bring anything?

[dicey]

Can you 8ring my arm?

[combatking]

Heh, I meant aside from that! Anyway I'll be over shortly!

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[Some time later, Zell wanders past the lake, comng up to the porch. Waving her arm, he smiles at her.]

Broughtchu somethin'!

[dicey]

[she's lying on her back on the deck, a picture of teenage angst]

Thanks.

[combatking]

You're welcome. [Plopping down next to her, he lays down next to her, handing her the arm.]

[dicey]

[she takes it from him, lying it across her stomach]

... This sucks.

[combatking]

It sounds like it does.. so are you gonna talk to him or let him talk to you?

[dicey]

I think I'm going to wait a little bit and then, like. Text him or something.

[combatking]

[He put his arms behind his head, nodding.] Sounds like a good plan. So's the porch where you go to think?