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[fragmentedimago]

[There's a guy, leaning outside the mess hall this evening, just watching people going in and out, the expression on his face vaguely discontent. He's also smoking like a chimney, discarding the butts at his feet.]

...Something's wrong with this place.

[But mostly, he's silently calling someone...]

Comments

[boxbythebed]

It doesn't even have a mall.

[fragmentedimago]

I'm sure you must suffer.

[boxbythebed]

Oh yeah, and there's, like, zombies and shit, too. That's also pretty strange.

[fragmentedimago]

I met something like that on the way in, yeah. They weren't very appealing.

[boxbythebed]

That's kinda a casual response.

[fragmentedimago]

It's a bit late to get worked-up over them, isn't it? And they were pitiful things. It's a pitiable situation.

[boxbythebed]

Aww. I'm sure if they had feelings that would be hurting them.

[fragmentedimago]

[tone mild] I'm sorry, am I supposed to care-?

[boxbythebed]

Wow. You're so badass.

[fragmentedimago]

Callousness isn't really that either.