i see.
( soma sucks at socializing, it's rare for him to talk to anyone first. julie is different, always getting to know these other interesting people. he really envies her for that ability. )
he actually talked about cults with me, was pretty nice about it. told me how
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iβve never actually tried sushi, soβ
[ and... wasnβt expecting that, but she can see the similarities. ]
well, yeah, he is off. i donβt know if he owns it, but heβs living in this manor i think with a bunch of other people. donβt know what theyβre doing, some of the other people in there are cool.
( he's making a grimace, yeah those are some weird ass food combos. do people really eat anything? )
you know, monkey brain is actually some kind of sushi. avocado filled with spicy salmon. it's kinda good.
( very misleading name. who thought of that anyway? )
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so, not wood ice cream, bull balls or whatever that chick said, horse milk, platypus tail, monkey brains, we are going to have a nice fucking dinner. and breakfast. and lunch. huge meals because weβll always be skinny.
[ sheβs rocking their arms, her grin as wide as it can get. ]
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( she's right. overthinking won't make it better, it'll usually only archive the opposite.
he takes a deep breath, hands squeezing the blonde's. they're calloused with a few small little cuts, strong. warm. very pleasant to hold. )
you're right. there's much more to think about.
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i mean, iβd probably be struggling too if i was in your place. kind of an identity crisis thing or whatever.
[ sheβs taking his hands into her own, squeezing them nice and tight. ]
stop worrying your pretty little head about it, soma. thereβs so many other things to focus on.
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cult leader.
he chuckles, not out of amusement, but out of embarrassment. )
i'm sorry. i know this is weird. and difficult, and i always end up mulling it over.
you must be sick of it by now. i am too.
