[She gets to the door eventually, opening slightly to poke her head out all sneaky-like.]
What's the password for Chez-Lalonde?
[She's absolutely serious, squinting at him until he says the correct phrase. You can never bee too careful....
...Yeah it was bullshit, because whether he answers or not, three seconds later she's opening the door up properly with a grin, ushering him to follow her back towards the living room.]
[ He doesn't remember there being a password! He's pretty sure he's being bamboozled, but he has to think fast... ]
Roxy Lalonde Is The Coolest And Smartest Hacker In The World?
[ He doesn't even get the whole thing out before she opens the door to let him in, and he laughs a little, in spite of himself. He follows her in, trying to remember the last time he visited, and coming up blank. It's... definitely been too long.
Her question definitely catches him unawares. ]
Wh-- who said anything about being depressed? Does a man need to be depressed to like sleeping?
this is so old the british museum could steal it and put it in an exhibition
Oh shit, there wasn't really a password but it's totally going to be that one now.
[Hell yeah she's the coolest smartest hacker lady this town has to offer!!]
[Clearing an array of magazines from the coffee table into a nice little stack so there is ample room, she makes a brief visit to the nearby kitchen area to grab suitable offerings for her guest- in the form of sodas and random snacks.]
No 'cause sleep is awesome, but you were totally being mopey earlier and yes I can tell through text its like a seventh sense.
[If he's really okay she'll let it drop, but she's become rather good at reading her friends over the years.]
Either way, I figured you might want to come over and do something fun?
[ As much as he's kind of joking, he... kind of isn't. At least, Roxy is the coolest hacker chick that he knows. --okay, so he only knows one, but look. He thinks very highly of her, that's all.
It's so easy to make himself comfortable around her, too, though he doesn't know how to pack that into a cheeky, off-handed compliment. But he settles into the couch and gives a small nod of thanks as he snags a soda and pops it open. ]
You know, I can really see where Rose gets it from sometimes... [ The fussing, of course. He laughs. ] But no, I'm fine.
[ As fine as any of them ever are. But look. He'd rather just have a fun time with a pal, than talk about his trauma. ]
What kind of fun did you have in mind? Get any new games lately? ...make any new games lately?
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What's the password for Chez-Lalonde?
[She's absolutely serious, squinting at him until he says the correct phrase. You can never bee too careful....
...Yeah it was bullshit, because whether he answers or not, three seconds later she's opening the door up properly with a grin, ushering him to follow her back towards the living room.]
So why are you depressed? [So tactful.]
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Roxy Lalonde Is The Coolest And Smartest Hacker In The World?
[ He doesn't even get the whole thing out before she opens the door to let him in, and he laughs a little, in spite of himself. He follows her in, trying to remember the last time he visited, and coming up blank. It's... definitely been too long.
Her question definitely catches him unawares. ]
Wh-- who said anything about being depressed? Does a man need to be depressed to like sleeping?
this is so old the british museum could steal it and put it in an exhibition
[Hell yeah she's the coolest smartest hacker lady this town has to offer!!]
[Clearing an array of magazines from the coffee table into a nice little stack so there is ample room, she makes a brief visit to the nearby kitchen area to grab suitable offerings for her guest- in the form of sodas and random snacks.]
No 'cause sleep is awesome, but you were totally being mopey earlier and yes I can tell through text its like a seventh sense.
[If he's really okay she'll let it drop, but she's become rather good at reading her friends over the years.]
Either way, I figured you might want to come over and do something fun?
ooooh gottem
It's so easy to make himself comfortable around her, too, though he doesn't know how to pack that into a cheeky, off-handed compliment. But he settles into the couch and gives a small nod of thanks as he snags a soda and pops it open. ]
You know, I can really see where Rose gets it from sometimes... [ The fussing, of course. He laughs. ] But no, I'm fine.
[ As fine as any of them ever are. But look. He'd rather just have a fun time with a pal, than talk about his trauma. ]
What kind of fun did you have in mind? Get any new games lately? ...make any new games lately?