text; un: ren

[killthepast]

Explain to me what a "ram stein" is and why you would describe a person as looking like one.

And who or WHAT is a "goth"?

[ Brought to you by: somebody calling Kylo a "Rammstein-looking goth motherfucker." HE SUSPECTS IT'S AN INSULT. ]

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[trashvalkyrie]

nice
you punch his lights out?

[killthepast]

[ See, this is why he likes you, Val. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT PRIORITIES. ]

Well...

The bartop did some of the work.

[ Aww, an attempt at humor was made. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

good of you to give credit where credit's due
wish i couldve seen it

[killthepast]

Perhaps sometime we could [ Could what. Go on a DRINKING AND FIGHTING DATE? ] train together.

[ No, he totally means DRINKING AND FIGHTING. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[don't worry kyle she's way ahead of you]

only if the training involves beating up fuckheads in a bar

[killthepast]

I'd be disappointed if it didn't.

[ Recreational violence! ]

[trashvalkyrie]

you gonna try and hit on me after

[killthepast]

what

[trashvalkyrie]

just trying to gauge whether or not i should make an effort with my appearance

[killthepast]

[ Oh.

Oh.

And here he thought she was about to call him out and scold him for being so clumsy and obvious with his little crush. As ever, Val's just... REFRESHINGLY FRANK.

Which means he needs to think of something smooth to respond with. ]

There's no need to make an extra effort

because
you're already

[ ughhhhhhhhh no he's not good at this ]

appealing

[ At least he didn't say "You're nothing." ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[She's honest-to-Gods red-faced laughing at this, because she can tell how hard he's trying to word this carefully, and honestly? Bless him for the effort. Her few encounters with him haven't exactly left her with the impression that he's any kind of smooth. He could be doing much, much worse.]

first time i've heard that in awhile
thanks
when are we doing this then

[killthepast]

[ WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO SAY NOW? 'YOU'RE WELCOME?' No, that's too... formal, probably, to type out. ]

At the week's end? [ SATURDAY. ] 2200 hours.

[ Because by then... people should be good and drunk for a brawl. R I G H T? ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[she swears you're a fucking martian]

perfect
don't dress weird

[killthepast]

[ How dare you, he's from Chandrila, not Mars. ]

Weird like how? I don't dress weird.

[trashvalkyrie]

[SAME DIFFERENCE]

i didn't say you do
i just said don't

[#logic]

[killthepast]

[ ...........what ]

Okay then.

I won't dress weird. And YOU won't dress weird. Nobody will dress weird.

[trashvalkyrie]

we'll all dress completely normal

gods
im going now

[before this conversation becomes any more fucking embarrassing]