( he'd better get used to it, she uses cutie and whatever baked good seems applicable 99.9% of the time. using actual names? not her style. )
the only name that rings a bell is Sayori. i only got here a few weeks ago. great timing, clearly.
if you want a husband, more power to you, but wouldn't you rather one you pick? and just asking for better company than the cardboard cutouts floating around town is shockingly low standards. you can definitely do better than that.
that's what I mean, though. I'd like a husband-husband, one I picked, one I married, one who goes crazy with desire for me whenever I wink at him.
But, I mean, I want a lot of things right now. Like not being in this horrifying hell-dream place. Honestly in the list of wishes, getting laid is not the highest priority.
yeah, mid mass kidnapping is probably the best time to shop for husbands, but what else are we going to do between mindwashes and maims? pick up knitting? no thanks
getting laid is definitely more difficult in 1961 but not impossible. probably easier than finding someone worth marrying in this dump, though
( which sounds like a compliment, and maybe it is, but it also being that sweet and charming usually comes with an implicit fragility. a naiveté that is bound to break sooner or later, especially if it results in making fast friends with someone who definitely better off held at arms length or farther.
but Carmilla isn't going to shoot herself in the foot and point that out, obviously. )
try and stay out of trouble, cutie. and i'm betting snooping too much into the missing is exactly that.
We're already in trouble, really. The best defense is more information. We just ... shouldn't try to get it alone. It's important to rely on each other, I think.
( based on name alone, she doesn't see that happening. Laura was enough sunshine for her, she's cutting herself off on solar radiation made personality. names too. just for good measure. )
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the only name that rings a bell is Sayori. i only got here a few weeks ago. great timing, clearly.
if you want a husband, more power to you, but wouldn't you rather one you pick? and just asking for better company than the cardboard cutouts floating around town is shockingly low standards. you can definitely do better than that.
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But, I mean, I want a lot of things right now. Like not being in this horrifying hell-dream place. Honestly in the list of wishes, getting laid is not the highest priority.
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getting laid is definitely more difficult in 1961 but not impossible. probably easier than finding someone worth marrying in this dump, though
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He's gone now, though.
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but you're cute. you'll find something once things calm down.
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i appreciate your faith in me. and the compliment.
i'm glad we're friends
[No escaping your fate now, Carmilla, Huaisang has decided that you're friends.]
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( which sounds like a compliment, and maybe it is, but it also being that sweet and charming usually comes with an implicit fragility. a naiveté that is bound to break sooner or later, especially if it results in making fast friends with someone who definitely better off held at arms length or farther.
but Carmilla isn't going to shoot herself in the foot and point that out, obviously. )
try and stay out of trouble, cutie. and i'm betting snooping too much into the missing is exactly that.
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We're already in trouble, really. The best defense is more information. We just ... shouldn't try to get it alone. It's important to rely on each other, I think.
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but you're right about information. if you keep me keyed in i'll do the same. sound fair?
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i'll keep that in mind.