#we're mean

“And then - get this - she says she doesn’t like soft rock. Everyone likes soft rock, Shiro, it’s the most palatable genre!” That… probably isn’t the right way to use that word. Not that it even matters; two and a half hours of the right words weren’t enough to win over the latest girl of his dreams.

It wouldn’t have worked out, anyway; he was an aspiring DJ, he couldn’t date someone with terrible music taste. Still, the rejection left Lance crestfallen, with a heavy feeling deep in his stomach that refused to go away. She was pretty, nice, she laughed at a few of his jokes; it seemed like they were off to a good start!

So now, here he was, elbows on his knees, chin in his hands, heartbroken and hopeless, venting on Shiro’s couch. Again. It was starting to become an unfortunate pattern. A pattern that feels all the more unfortunate, when Lance considers all of the other things he would rather be doing on that very sofa. But that’s an entirely different issue, and Lance doesn’t have the energy to grapple with both of his problems at once.

Work on the giant pit of despair that opens up under the "Choose a button" game if you fail.

Work on Lady's Secret Chest to collect spoils from pit of despair.

Ask if Troller's Temple should be moved to a different location.

Rearrange Matt's weird ass rainbow carpet.

Keep spawning mobs in his walls if he doesn't log on.  In addition to the cats/chickens/bats we've already stuffed into various places.

Cover his ceiling in Anvils sitting on string.