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[tristfully]

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

Anyway. Who's excited about the ski trip?

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[shoulderdevil]

I can help you with at least two of those.

[bratsquatch]

rank em tang!

[shoulderdevil]

1) Confessing: I love secrets
1) Creating: I'm a perfect subject for all forms of media
1) Kissing: I have a great face

I'm equally good at them all, they're impossible to rank.

[opsia]

you didn't even try.

[shoulderdevil]

Excuse me, you try ranking those.

[infamously]

Is there a worse score than last place?

[shoulderdevil]

Presley, I know you're jealous, but try to control yourself.

[infamously]

Jealous? I assure you, all of those activities sound deeply unappealing, especially when you're involved.

[shoulderdevil]

You're jealous of how great I am. It's ok, I understand.

Stop being fake mean to me.

[infamously]

No one thinks you're great. Unless it's great at having an overblown opinion of himself—in which case, congratulations, Tang.

[shoulderdevil]

Jeeze, you're extra salty today. I'm just going to pretend the congratulations is for being great.

Are you going to study on the ski trip?

[opsia]

for you?

[shoulderdevil]

For me. But now that you mention it, also for you.

[opsia]

gonna leave them alphabetical. but for reasons.

1. confessing: you talk a god damn shit ton.
2. creating: you're not failing anything. assume that means you're not terrible at shit.
3. kissing: ain't kissed you. no basis for comparison.

i'm not ranking myself. i was just asking.

[shoulderdevil]

All of these are fair, but confession is a joint effort, so my talking is valid.

Now I'm curious about yours, though.

[opsia]

confessing's just saying shit you think nobody knows.

nothing to be curious about.

[tristfully]

Leave me be. I’m vulnerable.

[shoulderdevil]

That's why I'm here to help you out. There are a lot of unsavory types out in the big wide world.

[tristfully]

I'm the unsavory type.

[shoulderdevil]

Vulnerable and unsavory? So charming! So alluring!

[tristfully]

[.....]

I know I said those things but, somehow, that is not what I meant.

[shoulderdevil]

Then what did you mean? You're so mysterious.

[tristfully]

I will not kiss, create with, or confess to you under these circumstances. I am in duress.

[shoulderdevil]

Aw, what duress? The pressure of time from the end of the year? My magnetism?

[tristfully]

My awareness of the inevitable death march of time has made me an easy target and you are attempting to take advantage of my end of the year malaise.