pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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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.

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...I'm having a hard time imagining it coming up in your work.

[She smiles, though.]

Just remember, Trix are for kids. Also, dare.

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That's what I said, but you'd be surprised how many criminals love making references to works of literature as a hint.

[ too many. anyway: ]

We're back to me as a rabbit? Just for that, dare you to act like your favorite animal for a minute.

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Is it really my fault is you keep walking into it?

[Anyways. She's doing her best bird impression for a minute. She looks suitably embarrassed.]

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I'm gonna go with yes.

[ he doesn't laugh this time, but he is grinning the whole time, like an asshole. ]

Bird, huh? [ there's a sly undertone. he's. y'know. he's got a bird on his chest, of course he would. ] I guess it's my turn for a dare?

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Not because of that.

[She thinks for a moment, before:]

Take a shot of pickle juice.

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[ he. hesitates ]

Uh. Do I just make a shot glass out of the pickle jar...?