RE: Ennui
08-20-2018, 02:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2018, 03:04 AM by MismatcherReese.)
> ENNUI
> No time to waste! Go and apologize now!
You... suppose it would be a good idea to apologize immediately, right? It would just be awkward if you waited? But maybe, just maybe, it might be creepy if you went right now, yeah? So... Maybe...
Oh, you're stalling. You're definitely stalling. Why, why, why? Why are you like this.
You take a deep breath. In, out. You need to do this. Before you moved in you told yourself you won't be the socially awkward, creepy idiot you used to be. You're going to do this.
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Hoo... You head over to the door and knock on it, your body is frozen. But still kind of hot. You're redder than a tomato... Even redder than the color the artist draws you.
Okay Alex. Time to kick names and take ass.
You flinch as you hear someone scurry around behind the door in panic, as if flustered by the fact someone is visiting.
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Her room... was odd. Not in a bad way... It was unconventionally beautiful.
There were wires strewn about the floor, making it almost look like a control room of some sort... or an MLG's room. If you find one mountain dew in the fridge you'll eat your pants.
But... It seemed homely. There was a distinct smell of home cooked food in the air that seemed so delectable that you felt your stomach growling. Also, there was a light whirring of gears that ticked in a very concise manner, and it reminded you of a lullaby you had listened to once as a child. Everything screamed motherly, and you looked over at the woman to discover she seemed somewhat bloated in the womb... she was pregnant. Your heart warmed.
But contrasting with the warm nature of the house, there was a somewhat lanky man relaxing on the couch looking through his phone. He had an ominous air about him and everything from his looks to his stanced screamed "I lick sharp knives because I'm an edgelord!" You decided you wanted to make no further comments on him. He was too edgy.
Hey.
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Wait a diddly doodly DARNED moment, this room is larger than your room. The apartment's even got 3 other rooms! What in tarnation. You're gonna have to have a conversation with Mr. Landlord over his "Wacko's Fun-house" of an apartment building.
> No time to waste! Go and apologize now!
You... suppose it would be a good idea to apologize immediately, right? It would just be awkward if you waited? But maybe, just maybe, it might be creepy if you went right now, yeah? So... Maybe...
Oh, you're stalling. You're definitely stalling. Why, why, why? Why are you like this.
You take a deep breath. In, out. You need to do this. Before you moved in you told yourself you won't be the socially awkward, creepy idiot you used to be. You're going to do this.
==>
Hoo... You head over to the door and knock on it, your body is frozen. But still kind of hot. You're redder than a tomato... Even redder than the color the artist draws you.
Okay Alex. Time to kick names and take ass.
You flinch as you hear someone scurry around behind the door in panic, as if flustered by the fact someone is visiting.
==>
==>
==>
==>
==>
==>
Her room... was odd. Not in a bad way... It was unconventionally beautiful.
There were wires strewn about the floor, making it almost look like a control room of some sort... or an MLG's room. If you find one mountain dew in the fridge you'll eat your pants.
But... It seemed homely. There was a distinct smell of home cooked food in the air that seemed so delectable that you felt your stomach growling. Also, there was a light whirring of gears that ticked in a very concise manner, and it reminded you of a lullaby you had listened to once as a child. Everything screamed motherly, and you looked over at the woman to discover she seemed somewhat bloated in the womb... she was pregnant. Your heart warmed.
But contrasting with the warm nature of the house, there was a somewhat lanky man relaxing on the couch looking through his phone. He had an ominous air about him and everything from his looks to his stanced screamed "I lick sharp knives because I'm an edgelord!" You decided you wanted to make no further comments on him. He was too edgy.
Hey.
==>
Wait a diddly doodly DARNED moment, this room is larger than your room. The apartment's even got 3 other rooms! What in tarnation. You're gonna have to have a conversation with Mr. Landlord over his "Wacko's Fun-house" of an apartment building.