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[ursalguard]

So I'm pretty sure I just woke up in some crazy-ass interdimensional hydroprison.

[ click! the video feed comes on to... some dude in totally radical red pajamas. that shit's got a hood and everything (even if it's down). he clears his throat and keeps on talking. ]

And I mean, okay. Like, hey, no big, right? Shit happens. People grow up, and relationships end, and sometimes you get ripped through the fabric of time and space itself. You've just got to accept that and move on. That's life, man. That's what it means to be an adult. We got coming of age all up in this bitch, bildungsroman out the ass...

[ he trails off. after a moment, he puts his head in his hands and sighs. ]

Ok, so I've got no idea where the fuck that was going. Just... going to skip to the point now. Laying down the thesis sentence, so ya'll better get out your highlighters and underline this shit-

[ he cuts himself off again, clears his throat, and finishes. ]

Real talk: where is the nearest coffee machine.

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[ursalguard]

[ oh. uh. wow. that sure is... rose's mom, except not. you know. he's seen her a few times, what with the dreaming and floating around and shit, but this is something else altogether.

well, not like it's a problem. all he has to do is get out of here without accidentally going full oedipus and- ]

Double-espresso white chocolate mocha, two shots of hazelnut. Soy.

[ why ]

Think you've got enough to handle that order, Miss Barista?

[ why ]

[flirtini]

[ She laughs. ]

Douple espresso, two shots of hazelnut. Soy. But baby boy, we're all out of white chocolate. I'd offer to replace it with vanilla, but I'm thinkin' you're more likely to enjoy a ride on the wild side. How's a dark chocolate mocha sound?