it's their own choice and they shouldn't have to face a bunch of annoying ass asks and messages and posts asking them to "come clean" or whatever the fuck about why they're leaving

if they wanted to let you all know why they left the fandom, they would've done so already, so pls just leave it alone, leave them alone, and respect their choice

“Valkyrie…"

She looked at him with a raise eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Are you... eating Doritos in your ballgown?”

She paused mid-chew and glanced down at the bright orange bag in her hands, then looked up at Skulduggery and said, mouth still full, “Yeah, why?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

A frown creased her face as she gulped down the chip. “What do you mean, I’m ridiculous?”

“You’re eating Doritos in a ballgown.”

“And your problem is…?”

“Ghastly worked very hard to make that for you,” he said, head tilting to one side and arms crossing over his tuxedo-clad ribs, “and you’re using it to wipe Dorito powder from your hands.”

Her hands froze in the mid-air, centimetres from her silk-clad thighs, and she wiped the sheepish look from her face to replace it with one of nonchalance. “I obviously wasn’t going to wipe my hands on the dress, you moron,” she said with an eye-roll.

“Yes, you were,”

Her shoulders sagged. “I forgot I was wearing it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

She drooped even further, then perked up and examined him as he stood there in his sharp tuxedo. “Nice,” she commented, lifting an eyebrow appraisingly. “Did Ghastly make that for you?”

“No,” Skulduggery said, reaching up to adjust the bowtie, despite the fact that it was already perfect. “He was too busy making your dress. Not that you seem to care about that,” he said, and she knew that his gaze was honed in on the bag of Doritos that she was still eating. She hesitated, then dropped them onto the desk next to her.

“You’d be eating them too, if you could,” she muttered grumpily.

“I don’t imagine that I would be.”

“You would.” Then she smiled and did a little twirl in her dress. “Okay, so tell me: on a scale of one to ten, how hot do I look in this?”

“Very beautiful,” he said.

She grinned. “So a ten, you’d say?”

“Ah,” he said, “I’d actually say it’s closer to a four.” She glared, and he chuckled as he walked past her and out the door.