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too much candy gonna rot your soul - space coast pcs: mizuki
[ lol well. in contrast to his angelic pink appearance from earlier, he is now in grayscale, visibly drunk, and smelling a little like cigarette smoke as he sits on this sofa in the rec room and just scrolls eternally through the tv options with no clear intention of ever actually watching any of them. we're doing great. ]
[ she's sitting somewhere nearby, watching him more than the tv. ]
Just put a bad movie on or somethin'.
Just put a bad movie on or somethin'.
Mmmm....
[ scrolls to dude where's my car and hits select. ]
Bad enough?
[ scrolls to dude where's my car and hits select. ]
Bad enough?
[ ... ? ]
What is this?
What is this?
Shitty comedy for the white stoner demographic, I think.
Oh, that's going to be really bad.
But I did ask for it.
But I did ask for it.
Yeah, so now you're not allowed to leave until we either finish it or decide we can't take it anymore. Live with the consequences of your actions.
Pfft, please, I could handle it. Can you?
Of course! My whole life's a shitty comedy.
[ he means that literally. ]
[ he means that literally. ]
That's—kind of relatable.
[ she doesn't... or does she ]
Then... [ she stares at the tv for a bit ] It's kind of better than sitting in silence.
[ and moping. ]
[ she doesn't... or does she ]
Then... [ she stares at the tv for a bit ] It's kind of better than sitting in silence.
[ and moping. ]