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[The feed at first is just a mass of red, curly, curly hair. Then Kyle sits back from where he's propped up his Omni on his desk so his upper body and head are visible. He looks vaguely annoyed, which anybody who knows him will recognise isn't terribly unusual.]

So this is a problem that isn't REALLY a problem, but fuck it, I'm gonna ask about it anyway...

You guys have noticed the clothes here, right? Like, everything looks like you're gonna go hunt Dracula or some shit, or like you're going to that fancy-ass party celebrities go to on earth, the, uh, Met gala? Yeah, that.

Now I'm not a fashion guy. [This is evident to literally anyone who can see the feed - this is clearly a man who bought the first clothes he found that fit. Well, mostly fit. He's looking a bit like he mugged an extra in a bad stage production of Oliver Twist.]

But if I DID want something that didn't look like ass, I don't even know what that would look like, you know? Like if you wanted to make an impression, or something. So I guess just like... what the hell are you guys wearing?

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Exactly.

[He sighs.] He's like... my person. You know, that person who just effortlessly understands who you really are. And so I know, intellectually, how unnecessary and even stupid it is to worry about owning a nice sweater or something because they don't care, but sometimes people just make you wanna be your best. And it's not because of sex, it's just them.

...and before you say anything, shut up, I know what I sound like.

I mean... yeah. True. But I think you can at least wait like a solid decade before your slow descent into average looks.

[SIGH.] I was forced into a makeover. By giant crabs.

It's been pointed out to me it might be like,latent internalized homophobia. Which I'd like to fix, if it is.

Yeah, I'll totally get you food.

(She takes out a cigarette and lighter while Kyle gets going about his soppy bullshit. She lights up and leans back, blowing out a thin stream of smoke.)

God, you've got it so bad. I could gag. (Though she actually doesn't sound as cutting about it as she could. She knocks her cigarette off to the side, dropping ashes into a pretty ashtray she found a few days ago.) But like...I get it. Don't tell a goddamn soul. That's how it was with my ex-best friend. Like, yeah, I was the hottest bitch in my school, I didn't even need to try. But whenever I was alone with her I was like, no, I gotta make sure I wear her shirt so she super notices me. She never cared about that shit either, but somehow that made it feel like I had to care more.

People are so stupid. (She was so stupid.)

Maybe...(She takes another puff.) With my new dietary routine, maybe I don't even need to worry about aging ever again. How cool would that be?

(Okay, yeah, she immediately laughs.) Jesus. I think I saw a show where that was an episode. Anyway, I don't care enough to give you a total make-over. We'll just get some shit you like and that I approve of.

Yeah, dude, it kind of sounds like it. And just like, general insecurity, but who isn't insecure? Sweet. You can get me something fried. I think I can actually eat normal food if I'm full. (Which was kind of awesome.) Eating on an empty stomach makes me go all Exorcist. And you're a dweeb, but I don't really want to puke on you either. When do you wanna hit up the shops?

Oh, shut up, I don't have anything bad. [Being honest with yourself? What's that? He doesn't sound poised, though.]

I won't tell anyone, promise. And yeah, that. Exactly that.

Pretty cool, honestly. You do know smoking ages the shit out of your skin, right?

[He manages a smile.] I wouldn't be surprised. They're very into media.

Yeah. So I figure the best way to handle it is to cry super uncomfortable and see that it won't fucking kill me.

Thanks. Whenever works for you, honestly, since you're doing me a favour. I'm currently doing well - I had a zombie thing following me for a while but it hasn't been back for weeks.

I can't tell if you're intentionally being obtuse or not.

(She blows a puff of smoke right at the camera.)

Yeah, and so does stress and sunlight and a bunch of other shit. But if my body can heal pimples and whatever, I think it can heal whatever shit I'm putting in with a cigarette.

(Probably. She has no idea.)

What the fuck? For realz? What kind of zombie are we talking here.

I'm not.

I'm just saying, quitting smoking is maybe a better step than cosmetic surgery before the age of twenty-one.

[He nods.] Yeah. Uhm, I couldn't see it, apparently certain bloodtypes noticed them a lot easier. But it was me. Like a fucked up ghoul version of me just crawling around after me making me feel like shit.

Sure, Jan.

(Uggggggh he reminded her way too much of Needy sometimes. She rolls her eyes.) I don't smoke that much, mom.

That's so gnarly, oh my god. (It was actually kind of cool...She sulks.) Why didn't I get a fucked up zombie version of me stalking me around? Everyone gets all the cool shit.

I'm just saying. [He had to accept he's the mom friend long ago.]

Dude, it was NOT cool! Like I couldn't see it do I'm not sure how gross it was, but my friend said it was pretty nasty. I can say the effects of it were definitely not cool at all because it was just like... I looked tired and gaunt and generally sick, and I felt really, really lonely. It sucked.

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