[At that, Rex's shoulders deflate, if only by a tiny bit. He hasn't the faintest idea what she's actually thinking, but when it comes to re-living horrors of the past, he can understand not wanting to go back to specific points in time.]
So, you were in a school, there were other kids, and there was... A body? God, and this annoying-ass bear? Like, I don't care what the rules were supposed to be, I would've blown up that thing the second it started to cackle. Or at least punched it in the face!
[He minces his words, about to say that it looked like it belonged to a little girl. That thought is disturbing. Chihiro was the name.]
You conked the fuck out, and then ol' Slurpy Sally seemed to get a hold of ya. Y'know how most times, guys are wondering, "Ayyyyy! What that mouth do?" Well, she seemed like the kind of gal where you'd just be like, "Oof! No thanks!"
I mean, who was that? Don't tell me you're haunted! What'd you do, pick up some old, horny book about a dead girl who wanted to sow her wild oats but died before she got the chance? Shit like that's why I'd rather snort kitty litter than read Shakespeare. Sure, it's disgusting! But it's probably not gonna have any ghosts or demons in it, yeesh.
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[At that, Rex's shoulders deflate, if only by a tiny bit. He hasn't the faintest idea what she's actually thinking, but when it comes to re-living horrors of the past, he can understand not wanting to go back to specific points in time.]
So, you were in a school, there were other kids, and there was... A body? God, and this annoying-ass bear? Like, I don't care what the rules were supposed to be, I would've blown up that thing the second it started to cackle. Or at least punched it in the face!
[He minces his words, about to say that it looked like it belonged to a little girl. That thought is disturbing. Chihiro was the name.]
You conked the fuck out, and then ol' Slurpy Sally seemed to get a hold of ya. Y'know how most times, guys are wondering, "Ayyyyy! What that mouth do?" Well, she seemed like the kind of gal where you'd just be like, "Oof! No thanks!"
I mean, who was that? Don't tell me you're haunted! What'd you do, pick up some old, horny book about a dead girl who wanted to sow her wild oats but died before she got the chance? Shit like that's why I'd rather snort kitty litter than read Shakespeare. Sure, it's disgusting! But it's probably not gonna have any ghosts or demons in it, yeesh.