Dragon Nerd

Namaari was heading home, gym bag slung over her shoulder, her metal water bottle in one hand and keys in the other. She hadn't taken her car this time since it was in the shop, but she always carried her keys as a force of habit. Redwood Hollow was safe enough, during the day, but weird things had been happening lately. Besides, she didn't mind walking, when the weather was decent. She'd heard the footsteps behind her, and glanced over her shoulder casually. Nothing to worry about, it seemed. That was, until the girl nearly collided with her.

"but you think there needs to be a dedicated day to show appreciation for the dead? seems a bit contradictory, don't you think?" he asked curiously "i'm not much fussed for that kind of thing. it's nice seeing people happy but it's just another day to me"

Namaari was usually never one to admit a man was right, and boy did she hate that he was. But even she couldn't deny that his logic was making sense. "Alright, fair enough. Though I find the aesthetic of Halloween more comforting." She gave a bit of a shrug. "I can agree with that. Just another day. So you don't have a particular person you're spending the day with?"

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Namaari was paying close attention to the road, making sure she knew where they were going, but occasionally as they talked she did glance over to see Shock's facial expressions. "Yeah, I guess we could." Fans weren't a terrible idea.

"some people like it, people like celebrating love and all that stuff. i take it you're not a fan thanks to that reaction you gave" he was neither for or against it, it wasn't something he gave much thought about.

"I don't celebrate most holidays. Except for Halloween." Namaari was a big fan of that one. "I just don't think there needs to be a dedicated day to showing appreciation for a loved one. What about you?"

Sabrina looked back down at Namaari from the clouds she had been gazing. They'd met a few times, enough where Sabrina felt no hesitation in adding in.

Namaari visibly shuddered at that description of the candy hearts, trying not to throw up her breakfast. "Okay, another reason to hate the holiday jotted down." Shaking the thought out of her head, Namaari sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "Red and white are acceptable. Unless you're one of those no white after labor day people."

It was Valentine's Day. Luckily for Anna, she did manage to get a date for the holiday. She didn't know the guy and never met him before. She only started talking to him on a dating app just five days ago. Anna was surprised how fast they seemed to click and how he already agreed to go on a Valentine's Day date. Earlier in the week, Kronk had told Anna about the free dessert at Evangeline's. She had to get that dessert!

Namaari had agreed to give the apartment to Shock tonight, knowing that she was going to have Bailey over. It had always amused her that Bailey's birthday was on Valentine's day, and he had chosen to involve himself with someone who -until recently- had had a very rocky relationship with relationships themselves. But, she was more than happy to support her friends, and especially now that they were official.

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Namaari listened carefully as Shock listed off qualities. That was pretty much it, as far as bare minimum went. "Well, we definitely need two bedrooms, at least, but I think all of them on the list make the cut. And it's not like we need a huge place, but I don't want to live in a shoebox either." Namaari wasn't going to be overly picky, but going from a large home all her life to a tiny apartment did not sound like a move she was willing to make. They needed enough space for them to both comfortably exist.

"Because the evidence literally melts in the victim's body? Actual slay. Is there, like, anyone in particular on your shit list or...?"

"Not yet. I was just thinking about it. You know, one of those intrusive thoughts as people might say. But hey, it's not like I'm actually gonna do it."

henrik looked around wondering if anyone else had heard that "uhhhh what?"

"Icicles. They make the perfect murder weapon. You could just— take someone out, and then all the evidence melts away. As long as you don't touch anything else."