Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Personal issues?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"More than you know."

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, if it's alright with you...I uh...I wouldn't mind helping you with them."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"I mean...I-" A tear streams down her cheek, "Can we just end this date. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

 

[Saltarius]

"No, really! It's fine! This isn't a waste for me! I mean if you want to end it, by all means just...uh...fuck."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Just...Just go."

 

[Saltarius]

"Yeah. I'll...do that."

I open the door and exit.

"Well...fuck."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

I telepathically call Salt, "What the fuck, man?!"

 

[Saltarius]

"What? I-I'm not good at helping people with problems! Especially when they don't allow me to help!"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"SALT, YOU HELP MY SISTER WITH HER SELF-CONFIDENCE PROBLEMS OR I SWEAR TO HEPBURN ALMIGHTY, YOU WILL GET GODSMACKED!"

 

[Saltarius]

"I...Here goes nothing."

I open the door again.

"Listen, I've killed people possessed by eldritch abominations, been possessed myself by a weird-ass crow demon thing, and all sorts of other shit, and yet I have to concede and say you're probably one of the most amazing people I've met in my lifetime."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Her sobbing stops for a moment, "I-" She stops for a moment, "No, no, you're just saying that."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I finish painting the walls of the elevator, including the ceiling and floor, but not the doors, creating a 3D-like effect.

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"Lovely."

 

[Saltarius]

"No. I'm dead serious. The fact that you have any genuine interest in remaining in my repulsive presence shows personal strength that can't at all be rivaled."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"I don't actually Know. Future-me knocked me out with a Cosmic Interdimensional Bottle. I woke up in some sort of maintenance tunnel and now I'm some market thing." I stroll down the main thoroughfare, sidestepping and slipping through the crowd. I chew thoughtfully on a loaf of bread.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"It's-" She uncovers her face, but, doesn't look at Salt, "It's not a problem."

 

[Saltarius]

"Beg pardon?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"I mean, it's not hard. You're an interesting person. I don't know anyone who willingly tears off their arms."

 

[Knife-28]

I wack the speaker with my cane, changing the music.

 

[Saltarius]

"It was a dumbass move, really. One of many. Trust me, no matter how much you may think you complain about your issues, which you really don't by the by, I'm far worse."