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[It absolutely reeks in that way that only cheap nacho cheese from a machine can. However, mature as always, Kyna just makes direct eye contact with Simon and pops a huge, gooey fry in her mouth.]

Eugh. Disgusting.

[Ew. Simon is also reminded of how much he hates loud chewing sounds.

Even though he himself is a loud chewer. To be fair, he just hates himself.]

You're gonna be the one suffering the consequences tonight, not me.

[He turns away, but only partly. A little curious. He can see the glow that's visible through her clothes but is too socially awkward to entertain the conversation further. Plus she seems... Is she drunk? And sad?

Sad and drunk???]

Some guy break your heart or somethin'?

[Simon please don't just Assume Things]

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[It hits just a hair too close to home, although silently Kyna brushes it off. Of course not. She's just missing her friend. But still, the comment puts her hackles up, and so she makes a face.]

Yeah, my husband cheated on me, thanks for asking.

[What a liar.]

Edited 2021-03-05 05:51 (UTC)

Oh.

[aksdjfajksdfh FUCK]

You're married?

[Simon blinks, squinting wearily.]

But you don't look old enough to be a mom...

[That... is so out of left field that it throws Kyna off, thoroughly distracting her from her annoyance.]

What? Are you fucking with me?

[His eyes widen. Shoot, is she a threat too-]

N-no! No, I just thought, y'know when people get married, they're usually old, and then-

[Here he goes, prattling on.]

And then they tend to have have kids and stuff, and-

[Young couples? Young couples are a thing but why would they be married?

Guess who got plucked from the real world at age ten and has hardly spoken to an older person since.]

Uh. I'm sorry? For your...

[He cheated, he's not dead.]

Loss? Is it loss if you-

[simon.exe has stopped working]

Like, you're gonna break up with him, right?

[The combination of "they're usually old" and "sorry for your loss" is too much—she bursts out laughing, putting her head in her hands. Thanks for unintentionally distracting her, Simon.]

How old do you think I am?

[He hates being laughed at, but this is stressful enough of a situation for anxiety to take the reigns here.]

Not like wrinkly grandma old, or mom old...

[His eyes narrow, as if he's trying to make a more accurate observation.]

But like... I dunno.

Older than me?

God, at least I'm not grandma old.

[Small blessings. She pulls a fry from the bunch and tosses at him, but it just lands, sad and wet, a few feet from his shoes.]

I was fucking with you. I'm not married.

Oh.

[Somehow that makes more sense.

He eyes the fry that falls pathetically to the ground, raising a quizzical eyebrow at it before refocusing his gaze on Kyna.]

So... Just sad, then?

[Man, this kid just keeps calling her out, huh? Is she that obvious? Probably.]

Yeah. Sad and hungry. Totally fatal.

[Is she kidding? Who knows.]

Are you new?

Well that stinks.

[He knows the feeling.

Simon perks up at that, nervously running a hand over his scalp. His hair's grown out fairly quickly as this is the first haircut he's had in eight years, but it's still far shorter than he's used to. Close to the skin.]

Yeah, I am.

Not a big fan of the whole... Choppin' all of our hair off without our permission thing.

[Nevermind that they cut his head open.

That's not something he wants to discuss for now.]

It's gonna take some getting used to.

Yeah. I lucked out going back home for a while.

[She says, tugging at a long lock of hair. She was more annoyed than she'll admit at losing her hair when she first got here.

But now she waves him over, patting the seat of the stool next to her. Ominous?]

[Simon's brows press together as he offers Kyna a puzzled look. He's not one to entertain the requests of strangers, typically, especially without a script. An introvert who prefers to keep to himself and only interact with the people he trusts most, he'd usually take any opportunity to parkour straight away from this very conversation.

But he is alone here, without anything that feels familiar, clad in an outfit consisting of pieces of clothing that he had just thrown together, none of it what he would actually wear if he had the option of choosing. Simon is exhausted simply from the lack of sleep and agonizing pain of being alone, and so he finally sits, though not without pulling the chair a bit farther away from her.]

Did you wanna... Talk about it?

[And Kyna, on the other hand, is a total extrovert. The reason she's here is because it's a million times better than being depressed alone in her apartment while Lance is gone. Just being around people makes her feel more grounded, even if she doesn't really feel like talking about it.

Speaking of, she doesn't really answer Simon's question, just slides the fries toward him.]

Try it.

No thanks.

[Simon's answer is curt, said with an air of childishness. He may be eighteen, but he has all the emotional instability of a young boy who has only just hit puberty. He lets out a huff of air, folding his arms and leaning backwards in his chair.]

I'll pass.

Come on.

[She says it in a singsong voice, slightly cajoling, that "dare at a party" tone lacing her words.]

Are you afraid of it?

Nuh-uh! I am not a scaredycatboy-

[sIMON SHE DIDN'T CALL??? YOU THAT]

I am a leader of the Apex, a self-published author, and the uncontested champion of Chubby Bunny.

[nobODY nEEDed this MONOLOGUE]

I will not be defeated! And I...

[A huge gulp.]

Will not cower in the face of one measly, disgusting-looking fry.

[He takes one bite after teasing the smallest one out from the pile, immediately wincing, repulsed. Simon does swallow though ~~eyyy~~.]

God, why? Why would you order something like that? It's just soggy potato and chemicals? With crunchy pieces of I know that can't be real bacon-

[He's just gonna continue grumbling and y'know, being a general annoyance.]

[Oh God, that is so much to take in, and Kyna manages to hold it together only until his outburst about the fry, at which point she dies laughing.]

Wait, wait— Chubby Bunny? Is that like some Fortnite shit?

[Said after spitting out an extra faux bacon bit that he scraped from between his teeth-]

What? Oh, no.

It's the game with... Y'know, all the marshmallows? That you put in your mouth.

[Simon is weirdly earnest about this.]

You stuff your face with as many as you can and try to say the words "Chubby Bunny" without all of them falling out? The person who can do that with the highest number, well-

[s i m o n]

They're the undisputed reigning champion.

[why those specific words...]

[Gross, Simon. Manners. She wrinkles her nose.]

Wait, why are you using that to impress me?

Because it is impressive.

[He is dead serious.]

It's a title, and titles mean things.

[nonono, please don't say the next thing-]

And it's a useful skill!

[NOOOOOO

HE DOESN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT]

[Oh, no. There's a slow smile spreading across her face.]

Useful, huh?

Well, yeah!

[He has No Idea.]

In the event that a foraging expedition is intercepted by a null or other potential threats to one's personal safety, the inside of your mouth can serve as a useful storage space provided that all other methods for containment are otherwise occupied.

[He sounds like he's reciting something from a book, a line he memorized a long time ago. Simon does scrunch his nose a bit though, realizing that his words may come off as uncouth.]

I know it sounds kinda gross, but... You do what you have to if you wanna survive.

[Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh—]

Are you a chipmunk?

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