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[unhallow]

I don't think I understand this.

[ Samir is a little farther from the podium on the platform than one would generally place themselves, but presumably, he isn't expressing an opinion on public structures. All the public structures that comprise this place, maybe. ]

Is this normal?

[ He gives the nearest masked figure a quick slantwise look. It seems like it's a kind of look he's had a lot of practice giving. ]

Acceptably abnormal?

... Perhaps I should go out more?

[ People all seem okay with this! He has to check, but is already semi-resigned to the possibility he's un-hip and has failed once more to grasp the zeitgeist. Of whatever. Of whatever zeitgeist is. ]

Comments

[fuckvampires]

Most people call them friends.

[unhallow]

If the primary quality I'm looking for is "weird shit doesn't happen to you" and not "I enjoy your company and want to spend time with you," I don't know that I would call that a solid basis for friendship.

[fuckvampires]

Sounds like the top two things you'd put on a dating profile, actually.

[unhallow]

[ He just gives Harvestman a dead-eyed look, as if his sense of humor is what's oppressing Samir. ]

[fuckvampires]

You could at least try to enjoy it?

[unhallow]

Enjoy dating profiles?

[fuckvampires]

Oh my god, you really do sound like my boyfriend. Yes, if it gets you out more and that's what you need, why not?

[unhallow]

[ Have another dead-eyed look. This one is less severe, however. Harvestman can't know how things are back home. ]

I don't think it's what I need, but should that change, I'll remember your advice.

[ The word "advice" comes delicately bracketed by quotation marks. ]

[fuckvampires]

Sure.

[he was no help to anyone and nothing was accomplished, hurrah!]