[ They are definitely not wastes of time. Not to Finn.
He's a little surprised by her reaction for a minute before smiling and pushing all of his darker thoughts away for the evening. There'll be time to think about it later. So, he finally takes a bite of his ice cream and settles in. ]
Well, now you have to tell me what this show's about.
[oh, she will. gladly. and with great and grave detail about its nonsense plot, nonsense characters, and nonsense "twists." one would think for how much she despises the tropes she calls out, she'd have not bothered watching at all, but it's fun to hate-watch things, she's found! after all, she loves hate-reading things almost as much.
she's scraping the last remains of her dish by the end of it, in far better spirits than when they arrived all for simply dunking on fictional people and their own, fictional problems.]
Honestly. I can't even fathom the kind of person who would enjoy such tripe... [beat.] Sincerely, I mean. [definitely not her! nope!!] It's an incredible barn fire to witness simply for spectacle.
I'm grateful that its focus is on other so-called "fantasy" creatures and not elves this time, lest I puke nonstop. I get enough nauseating content from the weirdos who come to the store asking me to join their game nights, you know? [eye roll.]
Sounds like they made it with you in mind, to be honest. They can't actually be serious about it.
[ His mood has lifted considerably. Maybe not to levels it was before... all of that, but he seems a little more chipper, anyway. His smile's honest. ]
Wait, people do that? Pretty rude... Or maybe they think you're pretty or something and they're awkward about it.
Please, Finn. None of those sorts have the spine to ask someone they think is actually beautiful? Hello? To them, I'm an easy target because I have to stand there and endure it as an employee.
[in some cases, it's true enough. but she's very quick to paint all interactions in such a foul light, even the more...earnest attempts at incurring her favor.]
[she scoffs again at "likable," balling up a napkin and dropping it in her empty ice cream bowl.]
No, it's fine. I've gotten better at putting up with it for the most part, and anyway...I guess I could always just set them on fire or something. [beat. squint.] That would count as self-defense, wouldn't it?
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He's a little surprised by her reaction for a minute before smiling and pushing all of his darker thoughts away for the evening. There'll be time to think about it later. So, he finally takes a bite of his ice cream and settles in. ]
Well, now you have to tell me what this show's about.
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she's scraping the last remains of her dish by the end of it, in far better spirits than when they arrived all for simply dunking on fictional people and their own, fictional problems.]
Honestly. I can't even fathom the kind of person who would enjoy such tripe... [beat.] Sincerely, I mean. [definitely not her! nope!!] It's an incredible barn fire to witness simply for spectacle.
I'm grateful that its focus is on other so-called "fantasy" creatures and not elves this time, lest I puke nonstop. I get enough nauseating content from the weirdos who come to the store asking me to join their game nights, you know? [eye roll.]
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[ His mood has lifted considerably. Maybe not to levels it was before... all of that, but he seems a little more chipper, anyway. His smile's honest. ]
Wait, people do that? Pretty rude... Or maybe they think you're pretty or something and they're awkward about it.
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Please, Finn. None of those sorts have the spine to ask someone they think is actually beautiful? Hello? To them, I'm an easy target because I have to stand there and endure it as an employee.
[in some cases, it's true enough. but she's very quick to paint all interactions in such a foul light, even the more...earnest attempts at incurring her favor.]
Gawds, boys are so annoying. [beat.
flatly:] No offense.
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Maybe you have a point. Maybe they're just being friendly, though. You're likable. It's not a crazy thought.
But I didn't see it so I can't say much.
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No, it's fine. I've gotten better at putting up with it for the most part, and anyway...I guess I could always just set them on fire or something. [beat. squint.] That would count as self-defense, wouldn't it?