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[Early on the evening ("evening" ... what even are these suns) of the tenth, Rita decides that since she isn't dead or raging out, and since she's stuck here for however long, she may as well start indulging herself again.

So here goes.]

anybody dtf? i strongly prefer men.

[Guess who doesn't know her world's zombie virus is transmitted like as STD.

...

...a little while later, when she finds out the "like an STD" bit, she edits her post to add:]

strongly prefer nonhumans.


(ooc: your character is probably not immune (maybe?? idk), but they can be if you want them to be! however, ICly it's not something rita would know, so it'd be... a risk. anyway, the point of the post is rita's priorities are skewed. have fun c: )

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not really. figured you were in your forties

text; tfw the dropdown makes me subscribe to u, u have my apologies

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cool, i'll tell my older brother he's basically ancient history, then

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i'm sure he is. he peaked in, what, high school? maybe college?

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something like that.

[The accuracy is actually a little terrifying, though neither Nate nor Sam got anywhere near higher education. Nate himself dropped out in middle school, but he's not about to give more concrete ammunition to someone who clearly knows how to use it.]

though we had what you'd call unconventional schooling.

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[Eyecandy needs to do less talking and more pic-sending.]

cool story bro

bet ur parents are proud

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[He is happily married, thank you, he's not about to send you anything you might use to blackmail him later.]

they're dead, but thanks anyway

[It's not entirely a lie. Nate has no idea if his father is still alive, but he might as well not be after what he did.]

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rip

[The fuck is she supposed to say. She doesn't care.]