[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...

Comments

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah, but they still chose my art for that purpose and paid for it, so -- nevermind, this is lame, I'm being lame.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I'm not saying they don't get what they pay for. Okay? Maybe I forgot how much you really love your job, like it's part of your identity rather than just a thing you're good at that pays the bills...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Is that a bad thing?

[the_ex_in_xp]

No, Rox, it's the opposite of a bad thing. Unless your job was something terrible like used car salesman or a high school mascot...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Okay. Sorry, I just... I got defensive, sorry.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Dude, quit saying sorry. You didn't do anything, I just sounded like an asshole. You know, like normal.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[smiling and shaking her head]

More like you're too-cool-to-care than like the other thing, but point taken.

[the_ex_in_xp]

No, it's the asshole thing.

And I'm not too-cool-to-care, I just don't have anything to care about. ...job-wise.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[dutifully ignoring the first part]

Yeah? You're not into the courier thing?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[you can say the word, it is a good descriptor word :\

and shrugging slightly]

I like parts about it and I'm good at it. That's about as nice as it gets. Unless the other me is super into being an Amazon delivery girl...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

There's no conspicuous branding that we've seen anywhere, so I'm gonna guess the answer's no on that.

But, yeah, I get it. It's an okay job but it's not you like the cards are me.

[the_ex_in_xp]

If I get an employee discount, I'd sure as hell be buying from them.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well, yeah. But everyone buys everything from Amazon anyway. I mean, like... the logo being everywhere.

[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.