2: Spam/text

[fuglyslut]

[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.

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[darknessb4me]

I'm making coffee. Talk and walk.

[fuglyslut]

[Regina George does not take orders from anyone. >:( ...But she's flood-affected, so she'll make an exception just this once.]

You're so rude, God! [But this is said in a super-flirty tone.] So are you seeing anyone?

[darknessb4me]

[That gets his attention, he looks over sharply.]

What?

[fuglyslut]

Are. You. Seeing. Anyone?

Yes, no? It's complicated?

[darknessb4me]

Compli- You're young enough to be my daughter!

[This is not true. Arthas can't do math.]

[fuglyslut]

Don't be silly. You're not that old... and I'm not that young.

[darknessb4me]

[He ruffles a bit - he always tends to underestimate the ages of the kids here, because why on earth would you bring kids to the Barge?

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?

[fuglyslut]

Illinois. Cream and two sugars for me. [What? He's obviously going to make her some. She's Regina.]

[darknessb4me]

I don't know where that is and I don't know you.

[This is the 'so take a hint' tone.]

[fuglyslut]

It's in America. What are you, like, from Europe? [EXCITING POTENTIAL.]

[darknessb4me]

No. You haven't really gotten the concept of multiple worlds, have you?

[fuglyslut]

Well, where are you from, then? [She doesn't really care all that much, but maybe it's somewhere cool and exotic! Besides, she just wants an excuse to linger and gaze upon he, Pride of the Lich, Ruler of the Scourge, totally hot guy.]

[darknessb4me]

Northrend. If you want coffee, get a cup.

[fuglyslut]

Is that in Finland? [She waits expectantly. Regina George does not get her own cup.]

[darknessb4me]

No.

[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.]

[fuglyslut]

[Not good enough, Arthas.] Uh, I said cream and two sugars.

[Have an eyelash bat.] Don't you want to get me some coffee, too?

[darknessb4me]

And I said if you wanted coffee to get a cup.

[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?

[fuglyslut]

Is that why you're so cold and distant? Are you bottling up your secret pain? [There's a girl on your arm again, Arthas.]

[darknessb4me]

What?- Stop touching me.

[fuglyslut]

[Nope.] So tell me about yourself, then!

[darknessb4me]

I'm cold and distant because I'd like to be left alone.

[He shakes his arm to dislodge her again. Some bruising may occur.]

[fuglyslut]

Ow! Hey! What's with you? [The shine is starting to come off the apple. Why you gotta be so abusive, Arthas? :(]

[darknessb4me]

I said get off.

[fuglyslut]

[She does, scowling.] Okay, screw this, I'm going. I'll come back when you start acting like a freaking human being! [By which she means begging for forgiveness.

LOOK AT HER GO, ARTHAS.

SHE'S GOING NOW.

...SLOWLY.]

[darknessb4me]

Don't hold your breath.