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[thenormalsquint]

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[thenormalsquint]

I graduated from art school. Where is your faith in me? Of course it'll be veiny monstrosities, like that one guy's who was flashing it on the network not too long ago.

[inthequiet]

Oh, that guy. [ There can be only one guy. She sure hasn't seen anyone who's measured up. ] Think he'd agree to model?

[thenormalsquint]

I don't doubt it. He isn't shy in the least, but then again, why should he be?

[A beat.]

You know I slept with him, right?

[inthequiet]

I... didn't know that. [ Haha oh boy. ] Guess that's another thing we have in common.

[thenormalsquint]

Oooh nooo... did you get my sloppy seconds or did I get yours?

[inthequiet]

Depends. How desperate was he when you got to him?

[thenormalsquint]

Pretty desperate. I had to tell him to keep his hands off of himself before I got there.

[inthequiet]

Aw shit, then you got to him first. [ Amused. Somehow she doesn't feel too bad sharing partners like this. It was hard enough finding a guy that Rachelle hadn't messed around with somehow and it's probably damn unavoidable to not cross the streams here.]

[thenormalsquint]

Whoops. Sorry. At least I made sure to clean it off nice and good for you?

[She's totally amused as well. With everybody practically living on top of each other, it was inevitable.

Also, notice she said it, not him.]

[inthequiet]

[ Jesus Christ Angela, that is so gross. ] I had no complaints, I'll tell you that much. I mean, showing himself off like that... it'd be a fool to think I was the only one taking him up on the offer.

[thenormalsquint]

[This is your roommate. Accept her and her idiosyncrasies.]

How sad is that, though? A man waves his cock on the network and we all jump on it like we're in a decade long drought. Are we all size queens? I think we need t-shirts.

[inthequiet]

You're the artist. If you design a size queen t-shirt, I'll help you find a way to get it to print. [ Seriously, in a place like Ariel why not be hopelessly blunt. ] I blame the chip. For everything.

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, that's a good excuse. Broke a glass? Blame the chip. Late for work? Blame the chip. Got knocked up accidentally and don't know which one of the guys from last month's orgy is the father? Blame the chip, then call Maury.

[inthequiet]

At least it's an actual thing we can blame, right? It's not like half the shit we've done here would've happened the way it did back home.

[thenormalsquint]

Umm...

For me? Probably. Let's be honest about Angela, here.

[inthequiet]

[ Snerk. ] Alright, alright... you're the well-adapted one.

[thenormalsquint]

And you love me for it.

[inthequiet]

God help me, I do. [ Jokingly, but you know there's some truth in there. ]