ITP: Being Social

[say_thee_nay]

[Standing outside the door of the Fire Cabin tonight is a certain godling attired in that finest of formal wear Camp can provide--so in lieu of a shirt, he's brought flowers. At present he's followed up knocking with a rather pertinent question

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[kingcatcher]

............

TY LEE WHY IS THERE A NAKED... A NAKED FABIO IMPERSONATOR AT OUR DOOR???

[youmainot]

. . . It's for me.

[say_thee_nay]

... and who is this Fabio of which thou dost speak?

[youmainot]

I have no idea.

[say_thee_nay]

... mortals are indeed a strange folk.

[youmainot]

Just him.

[kingcatcher]

That doesn't explain anything! What's he here for?

[youmainot]

Hopefully? To kill me.

[kingcatcher]

Mai... there are better ways to go than death by men with... pecs.

[youmainot]

Such as?

[kingcatcher]

........... in your sleep, surrounded by your smiling grandchildren. And kittens.

[youmainot]

I hate cats.

[kingcatcher]

Puppies?

[youmainot]

No.

[sharpasfire]

[...

...discreetly goes to look up "Fabio" on the internet in order to get the joke.]

HaHA.

[kingcatcher]

Azula, do we even know this shameless shirtlesser?