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texts from deck 3

it's tfln in space, guys.
all credit for image and idea go to sun dad apollo yo

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a. Found a communicator. In my freezer. Wrapped in bologna. Explain?

b. A big part of growing up is learning how to tastefully stare at women.

c. I'm sorry you wanted to get laid and all I did was play with my cat instead.

d. Oh, like it's the first time I've had a bowl of wine.

You tryin' to tell me that my stares aren't tasteful?

No, they are. I'm complimenting you. You're one of the only tasteful guys on this hunk of junk.

Oh.

Oh, well. Why, thank you.

i'm honestly more curious as to where you got a fucking cat.

In my sink. I told you that while you were trying to unmake my bed. Keep up.

you got a cat from a sink?

didn't know the faucets were giving out domesticated animals this week?

and i'm sure your bed looks better unmade.

Regulation sheets. You can see them in any other bunk on this vessel.

i don't sleep that much.

takes away from my drinking.

What a coincidence. I don't sleep at all.

by choice or because of something else?

surprised i haven't run into you before. took punching a window to make it happen.

I don't need to. Don't need to eat, either. I'm a bit of a special case.

special how?

Maybe you'll find out one day, if you ask nicely enough.

[ that was asking a lot, clara. maybe too much. ]

i'm not nice.

It's an art few have mastered. But one worth learning.

And what do you think about my stares? Tasteful enough, or do I need some more mastery?

You do well enough, but everyone can benefit from a little practice.

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