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[nonehorse]

Lots of people seem a touch down lately. So, everyone! I have a simple game that might cheer us all up, or at least make Iris cycle go by faster for me while I read everyone's replies!

You have to post your type! Physical preferences, personality traits you really like, your dream partner! Go on and list it, and people can say if they know someone like that, perhaps tease you for your preferences, that sort of thing. You can post anonymously here too, if you're shy! Just have fun!

Also, here is a funny picture I found. Enjoy!

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we'll never know then

[grilletto]

[ Oh, that was one hell of a hug wasn't it? He knew it was coming but he hadn't expected it so quickly, a sharp oof as his arms just kind of went wherever he could rest them.

Warm, as always, Mista finally shifting his arms to at least try and reciprocate the hug. ]

A-ah, Mista is fine, s'what everyone else calls me...

[ Hugs good. Chroma good. Although, it was still kind of awkward, wasn't it? After what felt like a pause that went on for far too long he cleared his throat. ]

Soooo, where did you come from?

then....both of us pewish

[nonehorse]

As you like then, Mista! Sorry for being a little too informal.

[Look, it's plenty awkward. Avdol knows it's awkward, and he just can't beat out the feeling of embarrassment at hugging a stranger in public, much as he tries to justify it with how much of a public service it is to hug away. So thanks for the conversation, Mista! You're the best!] I come from Egypt, though. ...And you're Italian, aren't you?

You don't happen to be friends with more Italian gentlemen, do you? Who might've also come here? Because if so, I believe that we're long overdue a meeting.

rip

[grilletto]

Nah, it's not too informal, I'm just not used to it?

[ The more that he thought about it, when was the last time that anyone really called him by his first name? Weird. At any rate, that was a curious question but not completely out of place considering his name. ]

Yeah, there's a few of us here...

[ He would ask why, but the answer was obvious enough. He let out a nervous chuckle before going on. ]

...I hope none of the other guys were talking shit about me or something.

[ Shit, should he be cussing? This guy seemed like...a nice guy? Fuck. ]

[nonehorse]

That's alright. Just before coming here, I'd gotten quite used to being called 'Avdol' over 'Mohammed', but now, it's changed back to first name basis. Whatever makes you comfortable, especially considering we're all up close and personal at the moment.

[Mista gets a hearty shoulder pat for his efforts, which is hopefully not completely off-putting! He's doing his best here, he swears.] ...They haven't 'talked shit' about you at all, though! I just know them, and it feels like all of the Italians I've met here have known each other quite well...Maybe I just keep running into your friend group, that's all.

It makes sense, though. You seem like a good man, and I'm already fairly fond of your other friends. Birds of a feather, you know?

[grilletto]

[ Strong hands. He let out a puff of air as he got that pat on the shoulder, leaning in just a little toward the warmth. It wasn’t so bad hugging a stranger he guessed, though did it really count when said stranger already knew your friends? ]

Seriously? Not any of them?

[ It wasn’t that he wanted them to talk shit about him, but he found it hard to believe when they all prodded at each other the way they did. Still, he was glad for it because he hadn’t really said anything about the rest of them either and it brought an unseen smile to his face. ]

Uhh, thanks, I guess? How did you meet the rest of them? Doing the fortune teller thing?