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[apocalypsejack]

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[apocalypsejack]

Pretty girls, pretty boys. I tend to prefer pretty boys.

[Which explains a lot about why jack is talking this way. ]

[theemokid]

I see. Good luck finding those. Just so you know, no one ever calle me pretty, so I know I'm not.

[apocalypsejack]

Who are these heathens you've been around?

[theemokid]

My best friends.

You're drunk. Or flirting.

[apocalypsejack]

Are they blind?

Can't I be both?

[theemokid]

I guess it's more that most of them are taken.
Are you calling me handsome?

Can, I suppose.

[apocalypsejack]

I don't know if you're handsome. I was too distracted by your ass in those devastatingly tight pants.

[theemokid]

Wait. You're saying you want to sleep with me?

[apocalypsejack]

I might if you're interested. You're attractive enough to make it fun.

[theemokid]

[the message comes after a long pause]

are you for real

[apocalypsejack]

I don't see any reason to deny finding someone attractive or deny being interested in them.

[theemokid]

Let's just do something else. This is daft.

[apocalypsejack]

It's not stupid but, sure, we can do whatever. What are you interested in?

[theemokid]

Riding, fighting, flying, swimming, running, etc.

[apocalypsejack]

Guns? What do you ride? We don't have much here. Most of our transportation is horses and roller skates.

[theemokid]

I prefer blades, but can make do with guns. I've never ridden a horse, would be interesting to try.

[apocalypsejack]

Blades aren't a good choice when you've got an eye patch. Come by any time. I've always got a few horses downstairs.

1/2

[theemokid]

True.

Sure, I can come by.

2/2

[theemokid]

[a moment later, next message]

Wait, where do you live?

[apocalypsejack]

Hunger City.

[After a pause]

It used to be called New York City.

[theemokid]

Sounds like something happened to NY.

[apocalypsejack]

The Ministry of Truth, and a plague about 7 years ago.

[theemokid]

Of truth?