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[unfollowing]

[ Now that Emily's apartment drapes are done pretending to be shitty ghosts and that one fork is done banging around in the drawer, she can address a very important matter. ]

you guys want coffee again, right? good coffee, stuff to get you warm and wide awake in this fucking tundra

lmk if the thought makes you feel hopeful so i can tell hope it's worth his time to give me back the coffee cart my friends and i used to have. i'll put you down as a priority on my coffee route if you help

[ That's it. She's just doing this for the coffee tbh, sorry abt her. ]



[ ooc: also i apologize for her, weeps ]

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[evocation]

coffee would give me like
at least ten times the amount of hope i have right now
can we get those fancy syrups too?

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[unfollowing]

i didnt ask for them specifically, but im obviously not gonna stop you from feeling enough hope that i can ask him for a few bottles

[evocation]

so much extra hope
my little pony levels of hope

[unfollowing]

wow

[ That's it. ...god Emily why are you like this. ]

[evocation]

what?
listen, i'll take what i can get when we're stuck in santa's asshole

[Kyna, gross.]

[unfollowing]

that is so gross wtf

but i get what you mean

[evocation]

okay, i'm not a poet
how would you describe it?

[unfollowing]

i used to call it shithole cavetown, but that obviously doesnt work anymore

shithole planethoptown?

ugh whatever. shithole weirdtown

or just "this shithole"

[ Emily is also not a poet. ]