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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[teenyoda]

This is true. And she's pretty nice.

[hisstrength]

I'll drop by the Highwind one of these days.

...thanks for the pointers.

[teenyoda]

No problem. I hope you get a little more buddy buddy going on.

[hisstrength]

I'll try.

[teenyoda]

Do. Or do not. There is no try.

[Yeah, he just went there.]

[hisstrength]

What?

[Really, Stiles? You thought she'd get that reference?]

[teenyoda]

Let me guess, you've never seen Star Wars.

[He was going to cry.]

[hisstrength]

Never even heard of it.

[teenyoda]

Picture a big look of resignation. It's on my face right now.

[hisstrength]

[It's a terrible and disappointing postapocalypse over here. Sorry, Stiles.]

Cultural differences strike again.

[teenyoda]

And yet here we are...

[hisstrength]

Looks like it. ...Sorry?

[teenyoda]

Yes. Clearly this is all your fault. You should feel so ashamed. Shame.

[hisstrength]

Right. I am definitely feeling so much shame it's practically tangible. Yep.

[teenyoda]

I hope you're marinating in it. Shame-girl.

[hisstrength]

Not yet. How does that work anyway, got any experience in the matter?

[teenyoda]

Step one: Do something full of shame. Step two: Be ashamed. Step three: Stay alone in your room, ruminating over all the shame you have. Step four: Not care much about it because ha ha, it was worth it. Step five: Pretend to be contrite.

[hisstrength]

That was very helpful, thanks.

[teenyoda]

I live to serve. =)