Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Dude. Stop. Stop. Dude. Stop it. It's not working. Stop. Dude."

 

[DotSlash]

"...Wat." I say flatly at Zombie injecting people with lemonade.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I look closely.
"Wait. Wait fuck. I injected myself. Huh. That's uh...A lot of lemonade."
I collapse and go on one awesome trip.
[A.K.A, goodnight.]

 

[Saltarius]

"...Man, you guys ever play Dangan Ronpa?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Salt, no one is Japanese enough to play Dangan Ronpa."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Man, I'd still high-five you regardless if I had arms."

 

[Knife-28]

"The fuck is a Dangan Rompa?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Somehow, some way, both Salt and my physic ability transcend that of a normal human being for one fleeting instance to telepathically high-five.

 

[Saltarius]

"It's a game and stuff."

"So...Waffles, it's been a while. Shit's happened."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"It has. Why the no arms?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I gave them to Trilby for the technical S.R.S."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Nice," I look away awkwardly, trying to ignore the stubs, "So...That Junko, huh?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Aoi's hotter."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"No, Junko."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Stop trying to prey on my pseudo-fetish for mentally-unstable women.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"You know you want her to make you despair."

 

[Saltarius]

"Well...uh...ahem."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I nudge Salt, "C'mon! You know it's true!"

 

[Saltarius]

"I don't think I feel comfortable talking about this with everyone around me. Just...yeah, couple Junko with some other things of mine, and yes, okay?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I playfully punch, except, it still feels like a real punch, "Oh, come on! You can't be afraid to talk about your fetishes!"