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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

So, what's making you emo lately?

And don't lie, I know you're emo. Almost all of us are teenagers, that's automatic emo!

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

CRAZY-BITS.

Need I say more?

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

That's...unfortunate.

*winces*

Or, not unfortunate, just...yeah, I can see why you're emo.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

You'd think...if I was going to be a mutated genetic freak I could have been at least the cool kind with the super powers, but nooooo.

[intraspective]

Does it help if I say I like you no matter what?

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

...That would mean I'd actually have to believe you.

[intraspective]

Is that a challenge? I could totally beat it into your head.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Not physically, I hope, because there's another source of emo for you. I work out about a bajillion hours a week, and I'm still a weakling...

[intraspective]

Nah, I'll go with the mental approach. And persistence. I'm good at that one, I hope you know.

And I mean it, come on.

...and if that's the reason you're not letting me hug you, I'm so whacking you over the head at least once. Ugh.

Also? It's totally not my fault that your canon made you a weakling.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

...because, clearly, the best way to counter someone's fear against physicality is to HIT THEM. :\

HOBOS BEAT ME UP, OKAY?

[intraspective]

Alright, fine. I'll just hug you instead. Geez, Cal.

...where were these Hobos? Out of vague interest, you know.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

WTF is up with you and huuuuuugging? :(

...And San Francisco, 1974....

[intraspective]

I like hugs! And you look like you need them!

*jots that down* Do you, like, remember what they look like?

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

It was nighttime. I couldn't really see them, but they looked like...hobos. Why do you even want to know?

And I don't need hugs! Hugs will only remind me of the closeness that I can't have because my sexual organs are FUBAR.

[intraspective]

*eyes him* Do the math, seriously. What area of town were you in?

But hugs! You let Amber hug you!

[ashockingbitch]

Could be worse. I know a guy who was surgically modified by aliens.

Including his bits.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

He at least gets a better excuse than, "Oh, yeah, my grandparents? Brother and sister. My parents? Cousins..."

[ashockingbitch]

True. But the sight of his bits has been known to induce vomiting.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

...the sight of my bits killed my grandfather...

[ashockingbitch]

...okay, that's pretty bad.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

*nods*

*sighs*

Maybe me and your friend could start a support group.

[ashockingbitch]

I could give you his phone number!

...if I in fact had any IC clue your bits were out of whack.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Which, if everything goes to plan, you never will, OMG!!!!

[ashockingbitch]

You are absolutely no fun.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

...

*emo's more, then, now about being no fun.*

[not_in_the_book]

I've seen weirder things.

Hell, I've been weirder things. Try sharing your body with a former oracular macaw. (... Who was female. While she was the macaw, anyway. Gender is... more fluid with his species.)