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▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]
[Wallace is casually lounging in the games room. Anyone within a 20 meter radius will be able to smell something inexplicably good and that would be him. This week he's giving off pheromones that make men attracted to him and women will just enjoy the aroma. Not much of a point to it, but more or less something that would simply stir up drama or potential amusement. Such was the working of the brain of the Author. But Wallace can't smell it. Why would he? If it's part of his natural smell, he'd be used to it and thus not notice it.]
(Feel free to bother him)
(Feel free to bother him)
[In person]
[In person]
I will never understand you, Wallace..ever]..Oh that's disgusting..
[In person]
You wanna see Dead Space instead? [He grins, that one at least has a clearer story line.]
[In person]
[She stops midsentence when the in-game zombie goes for 'his' neck, her eyes widening a little. When he shakes it off, she goes back to his question]
I...really don't mind...if I'm distracting you
no shitI can go, you don't have to keep switching games..