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2: Spam/text
[Spam for Arthas, before the flood starts to ebb.]
[Regina George is not used to eating lunch alone. She's determined that it won't last for long, though. After all, she already has a cute new boyfriend, and whatever her new mentor has to say about it, she is totally going to own this place someday soon. For now, she's just taking the opportunity for recon, and...
...and then the most incredible man she's ever seen walks past. Sure, he's kind of pasty, and that long hair is desperately out of style, but there's no denying, he is a whole lot of man. A whole lot.
Regina's out of her seat in a minute and coming up behind him, taking his arm without warning.] Why don't I know you?
[Text to Tim]
We're breaking up.
[Regina George is not used to eating lunch alone. She's determined that it won't last for long, though. After all, she already has a cute new boyfriend, and whatever her new mentor has to say about it, she is totally going to own this place someday soon. For now, she's just taking the opportunity for recon, and...
...and then the most incredible man she's ever seen walks past. Sure, he's kind of pasty, and that long hair is desperately out of style, but there's no denying, he is a whole lot of man. A whole lot.
Regina's out of her seat in a minute and coming up behind him, taking his arm without warning.] Why don't I know you?
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We're breaking up.
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[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM?]
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You do. Get off.
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I don't think so. I know I'd remember. Who are you? What's your deal?
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[He looks down at his arm. There appears to still be a girl on it. Arthas moves to pry her off without really thinking about it, like moving a pet off the furniture.]
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[Man what is teenagers, he doesn't even.]
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[His tone suggests his reserves of patience are at critical levels.]
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You're so rude, God! [But this is said in a super-flirty tone.] So are you seeing anyone?
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What?
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Yes, no? It's complicated?
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[This is not true. Arthas can't do math.]
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He really hopes she isn't going to start following him around. Have some side-eye. He doesn't say anything, though, just starts to make some coffee. Someone's obviously trying to get a reaction out of him with this, but he doesn't know what, so "no reaction at all" seems like an appropriate fuck you gesture.]
Where did you even come from?
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[This is the 'so take a hint' tone.]
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[Look, lady, if you don't have a cup he's just going to assume you'll pass on coffee, pour himself a cup, and wander away from the machine.
Probably for the best, anyway. Undeath does odd things to your sense of taste, that coffee is black enough to write with.]
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[Have an eyelash bat.] Don't you want to get me some coffee, too?
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[This might be the least productive conversation he's ever had.]
You're new. I'll explain. I kill people. That's why I'm here. What do you do?
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[He shakes his arm to dislodge her again. Some bruising may occur.]
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LOOK AT HER GO, ARTHAS.
SHE'S GOING NOW.
...SLOWLY.]
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