pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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Well, it wouldn't be fair if I backed down after making you do it, so... Dare.

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[She thinks for a moment.]

Okay, eat any food in here, but... No hands while you do.

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[ ... okay, he hadn't expected that, but he grins ]

Can I at least pick what it is with my hands, or am I doing the entire bit hands free?

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Hm... I'll be nice. You can grab it.

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Too nice. You'd never have made it in real truth or dare.

[ with that said, he goes and gets a carrot? from the fridge? he deposits it on the counter first, dramatically gesturing to it as if to show now that it's out he is Not Touching It and then picks it up with his elbows and brings it over to his mouth.

nom nom nom? it pretty much holds itself tbh. and then, when it's about halfway through-- ]

Eh, what's up, Beck?

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I'm sorry, is this fake truth or dare?

[She smiles, even though she's trying not to.]

I'm pretty sure we could find you bunny ears, if you're committed.

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[ he finishes it with a flair and takes a bow, because, of course he does? though as he straightens up: ]

I don't know that I'd rock the playboy bunny look.

[ no one said anything about that. ]

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[She pauses, as if she's deep in thought, before:]

You're right, probably not. [teasing.] Anyways, truth.

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What... is the wildest thing that ever happened to you back home?

[ dick stop using this as a getting to know you game, coward ]

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[Hm...]

How are we defining wild, exactly?

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Dealer's choice. [ he spreads his hands ] Crazy, fun, whatever you feel like.

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And... Something that happened to me, not something I did, right?

[that's an important distinction.]

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You are really bad at truth or dare. Now I just wanna know what it is you did. [ he's grinning, though ]

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You're changing the question, and I'm the one who's bad at this?

[smh]

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You gave me the option! Rookie mistake.

[ :D? ]

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Fine. Okay, so when I was in undergrad... I have this friend named Peach, right? And sometimes she'll throw these huge parties at this house her parents own. Now, see, before college I lived on a pretty small island - well, I guess Nantucket actually exists where you're from. But it's a tourist trap, a pretty quiet place, so I'd never been to a party like the first one of hers I came to. And I... may have gone overboard, because I didn't know my own tolerance. I'll spare you the details, mostly because they're a little fuzzy, but - that night probably qualifies as the answer.

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[ in a sing-song: ]

Ha ha, you got was-ted. [ brat jokes aside-- ] That sounds about right for anyone at their first big party. Truth, by the way.

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Oh? Would you know?

[she says, making fun of him for underage drinking after admitting to underage drinking]

Okay. Um... If you were reborn, what decade would you want to be born in?

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Me? Of course not. I'm a law-abiding citizen.

[ he literally wears a mask to fight crime, no one believes that. he pauses at the question and-- ]

2000s. [ if she maths his age, she'll know he was born in 99. he's the worst. ] After a week of it, I've decided the zero-technology life isn't for me.

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Hmm.

[That noise is exaggerated, like she doesn't believe him, but as he moves on...]

Right? I never thought I would miss Twitter, but here we are. [That's probably not exactly what he was thinking about, but.] Truth, too.

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Maybe social media addiction is real.

[ he's willing to go along with it? ]

If you could have dinner with one famous person, living or dead, who would it be?

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I might have a slight Facebook problem.

[She doesn't have to think about it for too long.]

Anne Sexton.

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The poet? [ huh. it makes sense, considering her profile, so-- ] Big inspiration for you? [ oh, right ] Truth, also.

[ has she noticed he's just copying her this whole time, like an asshole ]

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[She nods.]

Yeah... When I started writing, I loved her style. Just, how vulnerable and honest it was. I don't know if you're a poetry person or anything, but - it's beautiful.

[She doesn't want to start rambling, though, so:]

Okay, um... Biggest guilty pleasure food.

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I'm familiar, but it's less a passion and more a... general education thing.

[ he's a bat, he has to know Everything. but to answer, he rubs the back of his neck ]

Uh... sugary cereals. The nutritional value of those little cereal marshmallows might be negative twenty, but I could probably eat a whole box.