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you're a good actor, a good liar. your masks are intricate and hand-carved. for your lover, you wear a mask of softness, quiet words uttered in the night. your friends, a boisterous laugh, always a joke at the ready. your professionalism at work and school is steady, allowing the occasional lapse to make a small joke. you have to keep them interested, after all. you have to please them. you are manipulation itself, your head is so full of your intricate webs there is nothing left. you might be the loneliest of them all, seeing as there's no one left behind your facade. you lost your real face long ago.

hmmm help

“You mind if I just—” He throws up some clouds. He’s definitely gonna make an illusion where he’s not there.

“Oooo you wanna give me fucking attitude so bad—”

“Let me site my source again: dude, trust me.”

“See? It’s not bad this time. First time was a good opportunity.” Now go, Ruru, wreak havoc.

“It’s fine. My source: dude, trust me.”

“No, see you should actually trust me on this one. Google it right now.”

“Poggers. ...You should call Sato a pogchamp next time you see him.”

“I can cook, but it’s nothing fancy.” He’s not gonna make out, that’s not his thing. “Night in with you? That’s great all by itself. Yep, you’re my valentine now.”

“Ehh, could’a been worse. It’s a literal machine, probably saw me take 15 tries to plug in a USB earlier.”

“Yeah, yeah, that tracks.”

“...Yeah that was me, in my defense I didn’t know she’d actually use it—”

“Hey now, hey now. There’s a lot of harmlessly bastardous acts I could’ve committed today. You gotta specify.”

“Did what?” Yes, he taught Ruru the wrong meaning of thot on purpose. Doesn’t mean he thought she’d say it.

“Good thing I’m dead inside, or else this would’a done it for me.”