[Sometime during AU week]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[meanwhile at the dorms, a half-pirate and some girl who managed a +3 lockpicking skill in her bag of tricks are trying to break in to "their" room]

This lock is way more sophisticated than the others. You'd think they were worried about unsavory people trying to break in...

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[the_ex_in_xp]

[looks a little insulted that you would even think I'd desecrate my or some weird hippie alternate self's living quarters with that ugly logo, or any logo that isn't a band]

I don't think anyone loves Amazon that much.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

You say that, but you know there's someone out there who does.

[the_ex_in_xp]

They're about as likely to exist as Bigfoot. A lamer kind of urban legend.

Or like those ladies who collect all this big eyed Hallmark figurines.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Those ladies totally exist, though.

... not... that I've met them...

[she totally has met them]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[grinning teasingly]

Oh, I know they exist. You're probably a minor celebrity in those circles.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Oh, no, that's Sara Keene, she does all that style of stuff, not me. I'm really nobody.

[said in that way where she proooobably got the teasing? Like 90% got it.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[that is 80% more than I hoped]

Not nobody, but that's the best kind of fame. People know your stuff but you can still go to the grocery store and not get mobbed. Or, I guess in your clientele's case, cheek pinched...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Hey, it's not just the elderly who buy them...

[the_ex_in_xp]

But they're the most likely to accost people in random encounters.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

... okay, yeah, that's true.

[the_ex_in_xp]

That, and your cheeks look very pinchable.

[if you can't tell I am teasing I don't know what to say]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[rolling her eyes and shaking her head]

Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Well, I definitely don't say it to the guys.

[although Scott's face is both punchable and pinchable, hmmm :|a]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

That's... good? Is that good?

[the_ex_in_xp]

It's not really a thing, so not really good or bad. It's something exclusive to you, like a lot of things I'll never repeat to outside company.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I don't repeat all the cute things you say to other people either, for the record.

[ha see two can play at this teasing game]

[the_ex_in_xp]

For the record, there's nothing to repeat. I deny saying or doing anything within the realm of cute.

[saying this as there is a rabbit flopped over my feet]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Oh, I know you do. Plus, in college I kind of liked that people were a little terrified of you.

[the_ex_in_xp]

You did? Besides the part where it kept most drunk frat boys from hitting on you, my reputation seemed pretty unhelpful.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, but the drunk frat boys thing is incredibly important. And besides, people who get wrapped up in the reputation stuff probably weren't hanging out with anyway.

[the_ex_in_xp]

You could've handled them, you did whenever they didn't get the hint the first time. Kind of brutally, it made me wonder if they didn't know you were the one to watch out for.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, but you know how I feel about the getting into fights stuff.

[and indeed, she definitely always did hate the actual escalation of conflict/confrontation part. The "slamming heads into bar counters" part was a little less bad.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

I know, I know. By that's another reason why I thought you weren't super happy about my, uh, history.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[shrugs]

I mean, I would have liked to get into less fights, but some of them were worth it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[there's a mean impulse to point out fighting Scott was definitely not worth it, but bites her tongue]

Well, hey, no need to worry about random fights in a greeting card workplace, right?