[ Roxy usually prefers to play vidya on top of her cushy pile of WIZORDS, but the pile they've created more than fulfills their needs for the time being. In fact, she would go as far as to say it's the best damn pile she's ever crashed on, hands down, and there ain't a goddamn soul alive or dead in paradox space that would disagree with her, it is that awesome. ]
Shit yeah, allow me to do the honors. [ She pulls out her phone, which she... oddly hadn't thought to check since she awoke here? Isn't that strange? If she didn't know any better, she'd swear she fell off the wagon again and forgot about it. Her memories are kinda hazy when she thinks about them too hard.
She turns on her phone and peruses her apps until coming across Octodad's squishy, bulbous head nestled between Nix and Pesterchum. She leans back against him, resting her head on his chest. She hopes he doesn't mind her snuggling up against him-- she's a little sleepy after such an intense feelings jam.
Before starting up the app, she says: ]
Yanno, it's kinda selfish of me if we keep doin' what I wanna do, especially after I just vomited a whole bunch of retarded feelings on you like I always do. We never talk about how you feel, Mr. Mis-strider-erious. I know you like to keep all that shit looked up tighter than Fort Knox, but dude. I got two perfectly good good ears that are totally open 24/7/365 for all your emotional purging needs.
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Shit yeah, allow me to do the honors. [ She pulls out her phone, which she... oddly hadn't thought to check since she awoke here? Isn't that strange? If she didn't know any better, she'd swear she fell off the wagon again and forgot about it. Her memories are kinda hazy when she thinks about them too hard.
She turns on her phone and peruses her apps until coming across Octodad's squishy, bulbous head nestled between Nix and Pesterchum. She leans back against him, resting her head on his chest. She hopes he doesn't mind her snuggling up against him-- she's a little sleepy after such an intense feelings jam.
Before starting up the app, she says: ]
Yanno, it's kinda selfish of me if we keep doin' what I wanna do, especially after I just vomited a whole bunch of retarded feelings on you like I always do. We never talk about how you feel, Mr. Mis-strider-erious. I know you like to keep all that shit looked up tighter than Fort Knox, but dude. I got two perfectly good good ears that are totally open 24/7/365 for all your emotional purging needs.