more like you dont have alien bastards forcing you to be around people in this life fucking shut-in get your nose out of your weird cult paperwork were getting greasy diner food and judging people
[Sorry, Ivan. Till can't stop thinking about how you're doing. He'll be waiting at the restaurant when Ivan arrives, dicking around on his phone and blowing bubbles with some bubblegum. He's not paying attention to anything around him... or at least it seems that way.
[In reality, he's using his sense presence powers to keep himself from getting startled.]
[ Ivan arrives normally, but doesn't feel 'normal'. He arrives like a shadow, moving darkness with little presence other than something is in it and moving. Walking into the restaurant, Ivan appears where that 'moving darkness' should be. He looks around and then turns to approach the table where Till was.
Ivan wears an easy smile, lifting a hand in greeting. He looks the same as he ever did, pale with dark hair and eyes with red pupils. This hair was a little long, as if he was past due for a cut, dark clothes in a casual style.
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when was the last time you went outside and ate a real meal
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dumbass
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how did i know you wouldnt be taking care of yourself?
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Because it was you who didn't take care of himself in our last life?
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fucking shut-in
get your nose out of your weird cult paperwork
were getting greasy diner food and judging people
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[ Those hobbies do not mean he has to interact with people. ]
Fine. I'll meet you there in twenty minutes?
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[Sorry, Ivan. Till can't stop thinking about how you're doing. He'll be waiting at the restaurant when Ivan arrives, dicking around on his phone and blowing bubbles with some bubblegum. He's not paying attention to anything around him... or at least it seems that way.
[In reality, he's using his sense presence powers to keep himself from getting startled.]
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Ivan wears an easy smile, lifting a hand in greeting. He looks the same as he ever did, pale with dark hair and eyes with red pupils. This hair was a little long, as if he was past due for a cut, dark clothes in a casual style.
He slips into a seat opposite of Till. ]
I hope you weren't waiting long.