Let's see. You already tried getting blackout drunk. You've gone to at least one party I knew about. Are you telling me you didn't mack on anyone there?
Uh... which one's Ari, again? [ there are a lot of people she doesn't properly introduce herself to at parties so they all sort of blur together after a while. (Not that the drinking helps.) ]
You expect to master the art of seduction on your second try or something? Hah! [ Yin is far too amused by the notion. ] Please tell me you don't take dating advice from self-help books or something.
Right. So, no books. Try an app or something. Go out. Fuck up. Get good.
I'm telling you — nothing beats experience, if you don't mind a few one night stands along the way. [ speaking of standing, Yin takes the opportunity to get up. ] You got any soda?
A couple Cokes in the fridge. I try not to touch the stuff.
[She's glad to quickly change subjects. It's no secret that she's terrible at socializing, as well as receiving advice. It would be a long time before she dated someone again, if ever.
Right, I forgot you actually care what you put in your body.
[ Yin's off to scour the fridge for a coke, and also see if she's got anything worth snacking on. dinner wasn't that long ago but that won't matter to her body soon. ]
Beggars can't be choosers. [ she pops the can open and sits back down. ] You think it's any coincidence the worst stuff for you happens to be the cheapest, too?
[ Yin flexes her metal arm. prosthetic or not, there's no missing the fact what's left of her arm is buff as hell. which normally wouldn't make sense... ] Plenty of good ways to burn off the excess.
Maybe. If you can't figure out on your own, someone's gotta have "the talk" with you eventually. [ said complete with air quotes. hey it's kinda nice to be able to do that again! ]
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I try to be at least a little nuanced when it comes to that stuff.
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Yeah, I wouldn't call that a score at all. Maybe your problem is that you're too subtle.
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[She takes another long drag.]
When I'm not subtle I just make an ass of myself. I'm really not good with this kind of shit.
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I'm telling you — nothing beats experience, if you don't mind a few one night stands along the way. [ speaking of standing, Yin takes the opportunity to get up. ] You got any soda?
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[She's glad to quickly change subjects. It's no secret that she's terrible at socializing, as well as receiving advice. It would be a long time before she dated someone again, if ever.
And what was that about one night stands?]
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[ Yin's off to scour the fridge for a coke, and also see if she's got anything worth snacking on. dinner wasn't that long ago but that won't matter to her body soon. ]
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[ Yin flexes her metal arm. prosthetic or not, there's no missing the fact what's left of her arm is buff as hell. which normally wouldn't make sense... ] Plenty of good ways to burn off the excess.
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[Do the doctors hate you?]
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Secret from you, maybe. [ there is the trademark grin of implied nastiness. ]
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[She shakes her head, a bit disgusted by her forwardness, but more frustrated at her assumption.]
I know plenty about that, Yin. I did have a girlfriend.
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What? Too much of a genius to tell me what I don't know?
[She takes another long drag of her vape. Fuck, it's hard to stay mad on this stuff.]
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