IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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Comments

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, I know. It's confusing. Trolls have different kinds of romance. It gets really hard to follow. But yes, we're dating... well, hate dating.

[kuramaless]

Different kinds?

[That just seems weird. He knows people have different relationships sure, but-- maybe he's just not worldly enough at the moment to understand the complexities of these things.]

Hate dating.

You're so weird, Sam.

[samantha_grey]

I'm weird. They're weird. The whole thing is weird. If you're not doing it, you can just leave it there and not worry about it.

[kuramaless]

...

Right, yeah.

[Pulling another face. Did she say doing it, did she mean-- that kind of doing it?]

Er, yeah--

So, anyway.

[samantha_grey]

[Yes, yes she did. Do you want to know about sloppy xenophiliac cross-species mating, Naruto? She'll scar you for life.]

Yeah, so anyway... what else did you want to know?

[kuramaless]

[No. Do you know what else? He doesn't want to know. :| Thanks, Sam.]

Nothin'. I don't-- I don't need to know anythin' else.

[samantha_grey]

[She giggled at him and nodded, just watching his reactions with amusement.]

Alright then. You want to pick another topic now that I've seen how bad I can embarrass you tonight?